Uncovering Appalachia’s Hidden Heroines: Pauletta Hansel Reveals Untold Stories in Understory
And I am not sure that I ever dreamed an ancestor, other than my late mother who is with me often, but I did have one of my ancestors dream my dream. This was Mary, for whom genealogists found no surname, and only guessed at her given name. I first “heard” Mary’s voice as I was walking along a road in the Blue Ridge Mountains, which she would have crossed on her long journey from Delaware to the Carolinas. I ended up writing three poems in this voice, and in one of them she recounts a dream about her late mother that I had dreamt of my own.
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