When I was a child I loved listening to the stories my mother would tell me about our family’s history of escaping English soldiers coming after our ancestors in Ireland. Apparently the King had sent his men after them and had given the order to arrest them and take them back to England. When my ancestors were told the soldiers were coming they left their dinner on the table and fled. There was a ship docked and waiting for them. The ship’s name was the Speedwell, the ship that followed the Mayflower. My mom, God rest her sole, had a locket one of the women had worn around her neck throughout her journey. Touching that small piece of silver was a very powerful, tangible connection to our past. I have shared my mom’s stories with my own daughter, in an attempt to give her some appreciation of what her ancestors went through to give her a better life.
Goosebumps.
You are very blessed.