A lesson in History

In my youth, my great grandmother was still alive, a fixture at all of our family functions and traditions.  I remember her being so small and frail, but so vibrant and full of energy, especially around the children.  She was a natural born storyteller and, even as aged as she was, her voice was strong and conveyed a passion and depth.  I remember always looking forward to great-grandmas’ storytimes and hearing the seemingly fantastical tales of her life growing up, and the amazing tales of magic and monsters she would spin for us in the too-warm living room as we sat cross-legged on the floor, enraptured by her stories.  As a child you never think of stories as ‘fact’ or ‘fiction’, they all have the same level of truth; it’s only when we grow older that we start to separate truth from fantasy… or at least we think we do.  It is only now, in my later years, that I call into question some of the stories I was told – were they truly just ‘stories’ or was there something more to them.  Lately, however, I have seen things that call into question many of the ‘facts’ I had come to believe as true…

Original deed of Providence Plantations features unknown sigils originally thought to be Naragansett, but not conforming to known Naragansett iconography.

Original deed of Providence Plantations features unknown sigils originally thought to be Naragansett, but not conforming to known Naragansett iconography.

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