To know the history of my family, it is first necessary to know the land. Our story cannot be told without it. We plant and harvest. We dig in the loess and cut the timbered hills. We hunt the waterways and tie our boats on the banks. … My family’s relationship to this land runs deep. At times, this connection has trickled almost out of existence, as disregarded as Forgottonia itself. But by the work of one heroic woman, not even heir to the land by her birth, our farm and our family have been preserved and renewed for a new generation, bursting forth like water from the rock.

It is impossible to understand why some folks live lives of ease and pleasure while others struggle for their daily bread.