Each life fades into the mists of time. This is the way of all men. The memories and traces of ourselves we leave behind in others is all that remains. Theses are Voices of Heritage.
If you’ve read about me on The Farmers Lamp, you know my maternal grandparents are a great part of who I am. Even as I write this, my heart fills with streams of emotions welling up in my eyes.
They contributed more to who I am than anyone else. They shared their love, knowledge, and skills in farming, gardening, and life with me. Their investment in me has spilled over into my children.
Isn’t that beautiful? By investing in others, we invest in generations we may never know. What will our children and grandchildren say of their heritage?