That's what "history" really meant...way back when the peoples memory was relived by grandfathers words, HIS STORY of how we came to be here, spoken around the family fire...wherever that fire may be...
Historical Sites...Family Fire Rings...
those rings of rocks in the field you've been meanin' to clear, but haven't had the energy.
Yes, in your own back yard, upper 40, or lower field there is a historical site! Many more walked here before us!
And told their stories by the firelight, or the full coyote moon.
And now by flashlight, or in the heat of the day, you can take your child there, wherever your circle may be, and share a story of who you are, and where you came from, and if you can't remember grandfathers words, just be silent in prayer till the memory comes in the wind...
...and don't forget to say "thank you!"
when you grow up and remember these words and the historical site mom took you to.
