Heritage

Grandma Pat’s camellia is a huge tree in the forest now. Her camellia is ours now, and before it was hers, it was Grandma Wilson’s from her little farm at the ‘Y’ in Empire. We moved it over to the new Homestead site when I was 13. Sometimes I forget that I am part of this story. But today I can fully embrace that, in their absence, this is 100% our story now. This camellia tree is ours, and if it stays in the family long enough, someone may even add me to the list of Grandma’s who once loved it. Who knew.