My name is Janet E. Meadows.

I am the last survivor of my direct line. Having lost both my parents in 2023. My intention is not to "change" history but rather to "preserve" it as accurately as possible for the remaining descendants of my ancestors. This only legacy I have to give them as I have never married or had children. I spent my childhood and adulthood with my parents, grandparents and elders learning to respect the past and preserve it.

Through my education I also learned to do the most thorough research possible and make sure it accurate. Even if it doesn't match up with family folklore.

My Ancestors

My ancestors are not just those of my blood but all those that came before me to these mountains. They settled here, they spilled their blood here, they buried their dead here.

They planted the seeds of new generations to be born and crops to be harvested...

When the rain falls I feel their tears, when the leaves rustle, I hear their voice when the sun shines, I feel their warmth....

These mountains are my blood and everyone that came before me.

Poem by: Janet E. Meadows