Quotes About Heritage

When a library disappears, or a bookshop closes down, when a book is consigned to oblivion, those of us who know this place, its guardians, make sure that it gets here.

that as long as we are being remembered, we remain alive.

Mrs. Latham patted Hayley's knee with a frail, liver-spotted hand. ''I'm sure you do, dear. And I'm afraid those kinds of losses don't get any easier as we grow older. Mrs. Latham turned, including Colton in her smile as she changed the subject. ''I'm so thrilled to finally be able to restore Victorian Oaks. It's been my dream for some time. I understand you grew up there, Colt said. Yes, indeed. I was a Palmer before I married Mr. Latham. It pains me to see the old house going to ruin.

Deerfield, Massachusetts February 29, 1704 Temperature 0 degrees Eben's moccasins were lined with thick black fur. His boots were abandoned at the edge of the trail. Eben thought of Deerfield men getting this far in pursuit and finding a hundred pairs of shoes.

The two women watched Judy intently as they introduced themselves as Edna and Mary Turner, great-aunts of the little girl.

This city had been a city for two thousand years, and I could feel that with every step I took. bits of all that time were still here, alive, even if it was just in the form of collective memory.

She believed her ability was a kind of second sight, something she inherited from her father, who she said could forecast the weather and had predicted the war with Mexico.

jumping the broom," in lieu of or in addition to the exchange of vows. The bride and groom would each jump backwards over a broom handle held a few inches above the floor, and raised slightly with each leap. Whoever stumbled first was, according to lore, forced to heed the wishes of the other.

Le tournant fut annoncé en 1931 par un ouvrage de Julian Huxley, zoologue à l'université de Londres (et frère du romancier Aldous Huxley). Il y rejette, précisément au nom de la génétique, la notion de race, « terme de pure convenance pour aider à appréhender la diversité humaine10 ».

Always their men would be fighters, quick to take offense, slow to forgive. To their children and to their children's children they would hand down their love of race, their personal loyalties, their stubbornnesses, their distrust of governments, their servility to no man. These are their strengths and their weaknesses, their glory—and sometimes, Christy, their damnation.

Depending upon the nature of the cultural information received, the Métis person might decide to identify as First Nations exclusively. Some people may choose to identify as both First Nations and Métis; it is the federal government that requires people to choose one of the two. (p. 45)

An elder once told me that stories and cultural practices are not lost. They are waiting in another realm for the right person to dream them and reintroduce them. The ancestors are waiting to pass them on to the right person. (p. 40)

Métis cultural stories play a crucial role in helping new Métis (those who have been denied their culture) to recreate their sense of self. (p. 37)

the story of Métis people choose to not speak openly about their ancestry may be the most common thread in Métis stories. (p. 32)

Long ago, there lived a people

Daughter of the Erl King and the Elfen Queen, that's who you are.

Only one who has mastered a tradition has a right to attempt to add to it or rebel against it.

Without stories there is nothing. Stories are the world's memory. The past is erased without stories.

Had something inarticulate been handed down from generation to generation that came to life in each individual at a time most appropriate to him?

Only one who has mastered a tradition has a right to attempt to add to it or to rebel against it. Do you understand me, Asher Lev?

A chi servono le storie di un ennesimo ebreo? Servono a me. Senza storie non esiste nulla. Le storie sono la memoria del mondo. Senza storie il passato viene cancellato.

In other words, there can be no real identity with our heritage until we know what our heritage really is. It is all hidden in our history, but we are ignorant of that history. We have been floating alone, basking blissfully in the sunny heritage of other peoples!

In ancient times African and Ethiopian meant the same thing: A Black

In America, he said, it's even hard to stay Korean.