"We have walked on the land and felt the soil. Our eyes have been dazzled by the shades of green on corn stalks taller than our heads. We have dined on produce from the land owned by the family for 150 years. We have visited the ancestors as they lay at their final rest in a shaded field on that land, and talked to the descendants who knew them. We have listened to stories of triumphs and failures, long days of manual labor, family gatherings, births and deaths, stories told with love and pride. Now we are not strangers, we are family." From Those Roving Rittgers by Joyce Rorabaugh