NATIVE LAND

“Breathes there the man with soul so dead

Who never to himself hath said,

This is my own, my native land!'

-Sir Walter Scott

"The Lay of the Last Minstrel" (1805)

When I took these pictures of the North River in Hanover and
Pembroke I didn’t realize that my ancestors had lived in the
area. I did know that there was something about the Herring
Run and the view of that bridge over Rte 53 that made me

want to stop for awhile. Back then I’d take my Canon AE-1 and

drive around the South Shore taking pictures of the foliage and

landmarks.

I actually used to ride my bike down to the Herring Run when

I was living in Hanover and take a book to sit in the sun for a bit.

A few times I walked the paths on either side of the river above

the falls and once I was actually there when the herring were

but I didn’t have a camera with me.

There is something about New England that makes me sure I

wouldn’t want to live anywhere else. And I’m sure my fellow

genealogy bloggers must feel the same about the areas where

they live.