Wednesday, June 02, 2010

Going to Marshall

I'm heading to Marshall this weekend for a genealogy fair.  It's such a scenic place.  Very near the Buffalo River nestled in the Ozarks.  My great grandmother was raised there.  Every time I visit, I think about how harsh of an environment it must've been.  I wonder how they managed to keep their bellies full and their bodies warm.  If I ever need a reminder of how grand and powerful nature can be, I just go there in my mind.  Feels like home, although I've never lived there.  Can't wait to wade barefooted in the river and skip some rocks...