In former lives, I was adventurous, curious and reckless, so I died early and often. I was a hot head and principled, so I got into trouble from life to life.
Our family goes back to the section of Scotch Irish landed on Ireland by the English to annoy the natives. And some of our family traces back to the natives, the oldest inhabitants. I believe I was one of the earliest settlers that walked up from the frozen ice to land in that Island and then went on to thrive and stumble along after it got land bound. I was a Celt. A thick necked long waisted, thick ankled Germanic crossbreed, who helped build the ring forts with my strong back and who would cross over into England to grab a slow moving Breton to take back to Ireland as a slave..
I believe I was one of the families of Vermont freemen, who retreated into the hills and hunted and took part in the rebellion. I was landed in Vermont when the Scottish-American Land Company brought Scottish settlers to Ryegat. I was a fertile woman in that time period, strong and proud in the new land. I birthed a dozen children, specialized in herbal folk lore and avoided being burnt for a witch.
During the civil war, I refused to fight and went up to PEI to wait out the war. (hee hee)
In later lives I migrated down the Appalachian trail through to the Ozarks and up the Mississippi where I was born into who I am now. I followed the blue grass music and the banjo melodies.
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