While there are many more places to peek for clues to this family's adventures, the one little tidbit that keeps cropping up is how my modern life crosses their old paths every blessed day. I found Adam's burial place quite out of curiosity, nothing else. But I have also discovered that he and his family are a lot closer; they probably owned the land on which my house was built. That can only mean one thing; the meadow I gaze across every morning with my cup of coffee and the nearby hillside I fall in love with all over again every foliage season has taken on another facet which can only be explained by Serendipity.
The next time you see an old stone wall or a clearing in the woods, think of our early pioneers...and just imagine what is was like to be them. Eye opening, really.