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.

A FEW PICTURES

While looking through the old photos for something that might fit
Terry’s photo challenge, I keep running into pictures I haven’t

seen in years or I just don’t recall ever seeing before. There’s one

of each here.

One is of Dad and my brother Phil at event at the Brockton
VA Hospital. Both my parents were active in the Abington VFW

and Phil spent a lot of time down at the post as well. This looks

like some carnival perhaps? I’m not sure why they are holding

cucumbers but that hat on Dad’s head made me grin. I don’t

think I ever saw him wearing one like that.

I wish his part of the photo were less scratched but my folks

never were ones to put their pictures in albums. We had two

but usually pictures ended up in some drawer somewhere.

I have a large plastic bin of pictures that I’m chipping away at

slowly.

The second is a picture I took years ago and is probably my
alltime favorite. That’s my niece Sarah in her Oshkosh overalls
holding out a marigold to my mom who’s off camera. It was taken
at the apartment on Walnut St, in Abington and I’d planted those
marigolds.

But the prettiest flower there was Sara.