Quotes About Heritage

P33- the son of an english lord and an english lady nursed at the breast of kala, the great ape.

I never knew my father, my mother was an ape

Hundreds of thousands of years ago our ancestors of the dim and distant past faced the same problems which we must face, possibly in these same primeval forests. That we are here today evidences their victory.

monuments of historic achievement

shouldn't they? She had given her maiden name

He sat staring before him, seeing nothing but a long line of Mortimers, inexhaustable and prolific to the end of time.

It seems stupid to have discovered America only to make it into a copy of another country.

She herself had grown up without any one spot of earth being dearer than another: there was no center of earth pieties, of grave endearing traditions, to which her heart could revert and from which it could draw strength for itself and tenderness for others.

What was left of the little world he had grown up in, and whose standards had bent and bound him?

Here was no retrospective pretense of an opulent past, such as the other Invaders were given to parading before the bland but undeceived subject race. The Spraggs had been plain people and had not yet learned to be ashamed of it. The

After all, there was good in the old ways.

To make us love our country, our country ought to be lovely.

People will not look forward to posterity, who never look backward to their ancestors.

I do not like to see any thing destroyed; any void produced in society; any ruin on the face of the land.

I could feel she was angry with me because of my gawkiness, because of my accent and my oilskin bag, bound with twine. She talked to herself, mumbled, as the train rumbled along. Then all of a sudden her mood changed and she kissed me and hugged me and said my mother and her mother were first cousins and that meant that she and I were second cousins and would be buddies.

a mammy's boy who never married and who keeps a shotgun in case of trespassers, but loves his trees, loves his woodland, and honors a covenant set down by his great-uncle, which was that no tree should ever be wantonly cut down.

The cult of the individual that dominates modern minds, the ideology of the "I," prevents most of us from seeing ourselves as products of the chronicle and choices of our predecessors

Marriage between cousins was common in the planter families—rather, it was expected.

The names of families are the front doors of history.

Family memory flows more completely through women. It is the women who learn much of the lore and who convey it to the young. Men forget the past in all its fleshiness and select which parts best fit into their lives.

Aunt Maud was a schoolteacher during her working life. For forty years she taught in the white public schools in New Orleans. English was her subject, mainly, and in retirement, genealogy became her vocation. She was quiet and inward. Maud never married, she had no children. Our ancestors were her offspring.

The Bootmakers of Toronto, copyright © 2006 by Edward D. Hoch.

The libraries, which they have inherited from their fathers, are secluded, like dreary sepulchres, from the light of day.

But my mother wanted her children to be educated by nuns and priests all dressed in black, the way it had been done down through the generations with her people. Taught by people who had a firm grasp of how big and awful the world could be.