Yellowed from one hundred eighty-four years, the paper unfolds with a pungent, almost yeasty smell. Ink, now walnut brown, spreads line after line across the long, creased sheet. When pen touched this page, the roads west of Pennsylvania's Allegheny Mountains were detestable. Neither railroad nor canal connected Greene County stock and crops to eastern metropolitan markets. Small farms dotted … Continue reading The House that Jacob Built
Amanuensis Monday: We Are Off To The Races
Historical documents hold evidence of family stories, and this deed indicates where my great-great-great-grandfather learned to herd cattle.