*Hattie*
“Your great uncle wanted you to understand how important our family was in the creation of this country.”
The tone in my Great Aunt Ida’s voice matches the vibe of this house, a large, imposing building that has stood well over two hundred fifty years—quiet yet confident, assured that her place as a member of our family, along with all the years she and her husband, Great Uncle Arthur, had dedicated to the community is solid.
I instantly wish I could have gotten to know her more and that I’d had more time with Uncle Arthur before he passed away. My sister and I knew them, of course, but mainly as distant relatives who showed up for weddings and family reunions. I’ve been told about this house but never laid eyes on it until yesterday.
Aunt Ida sits gracefully in the ornate, Am
