"Our family is lucky. People speak and write about "sense of place", but ours is visible. tangible. It is the house and the house still stands. In a hundred and fifty years it has survived the Civil War, carpetbaggers, boll weevils and the Great Depression. For a while at least, it is safe even from the sucking cusps on that blindly groping tentacle of progress, the powerful sprawl known as Atlanta. The holdings around it have shrunk, divided the legacy and gift until the map of the land has become a jig-saw puzzle, it's dividing lines known only to intimates. All of the pieces are still in the family however, and all of the pieces dovetail and fit. So do the members of the family; my sisters, nieces and nephews and my children."
"In the middle of the puzzle sits the house. Serene and secure, it shelters its sixth generation. It's appearances have been altered by every owner it has had, but the heart of it is unchanged."~"Christmas Gift"