REFLECTIONS

As the last generation of this “Seven Generation Farm,” newly born when the auctioneer wallops the gavel, my early childhood dreams often focus on images of stairs and porches that are non-existent in my home. And most of all, these dreams capture a sense of homelessness, not belonging. To discover the reasons for the images and this feeling of loss, I search the beginnings by recalling my grandmother, Marian Frisbie Nickols’ stories about females, heritage, and pioneer spirit while writing REFLECTIONS.