I forgot two things about research: it’s very exhausting, and there’s never enough time to get everything done that could be done. As Marnell and I stumbled out of our AirBnB this morning before 6am with our luggage, I wasn’t sure I could survive the rigors of another day of detective work. Things I had […]
Can there be anything left on Staten Island to prove that Captain Garrison and his family lived here? After 300 years? When I rang the rusty door bell high in the brick wall at the historical society, Carlotta (what a great name for a historian!) let us in. She took us back to her room, […]
After a day of research, a night of “just because we’re close.” Strange to be here today, 17 years later.
“Where would he have come?” I wondered as I splashed through the orange leaves on the cemetery lane. Marnell was “at work”, at a Bethlehem, PA, cafe remoting in to his computer back in Middlebury. Captain Garrison was born in 1701 on Staten Island, New York, before the United States existed. He went to sea at […]
Recently, a suspicious wind blew in and knocked flat most of our sunflower wall which separated the community garden from the alley. Without the protective wall, it feels like the smashed butternut squash and the disappearing watermelons (three now) could become commonplace. But just as we gave the garden to God, so does He give […]