As I walked the land of our ancestors I could almost see them going about their daily duties. Stopping before some trees and shrubbery which surely had been an old home site, I could see the old home with the out buildings nearby. The husband plowing in the field as the crows circled overhead, the wife washing clothes outside in the old black wash pot. A small child coming from the barn with a pail of fresh milk and a teenage girl hanging clothes out on the line. On the porch sat an elderly...