vol. 13, num. 15 :: 2014.07.25 — 2014.09.04
Take an object of negligible value and attach a great-great-grandparent to it and you have an article of infinite value -- in some cases. On the things we hold dear, and the things that lose their luster between generations.
On the things we hold dear, and the things that lose their luster between generations.
Forget grandma’s brooch -- what do you do when you inherit a 27,000 square foot building?
Remembering grandma, and basic truths about our humanity.
More than just china handed down through the generations.
Horseshoes, house shoes and households, lost and found.
Could filling a roll-off be considered a spiritual discipline?
Pondering a summer fruit in the middle of winter.
An uneasy legacy tied together with the thread of a shared name.
Jennifer Strange writes about the unfolding of family culture.
Adam Beckman attempts to sort out the mystery of a house he and his friends broke into in the 1970s.
Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.
(America never was America to me.)
Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed –
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.
(It never was America to me.)
O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.
(There’s never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”)
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