Graffigny

A place is everything and it is nothing. It is the people who make the place. My grandfather’s name was James Madison Pearson. It is an Englishman’s name that traces its lineage to Manchester, and yet it is French. Pearson and his ancestors were called Piersonne, son of Peter, back whe the English language was … More Graffigny

A Family Mystery

Somewhere in the back of my mind I hear the sweet sound and the lilting lyrics of Judy Collins’ Secret Gardens, Great grandfather’s house is still there,  but it isn’t the same. I drive by and strangers live there. They are kind and invite me in. I go from room to room as we talk. … More A Family Mystery