Everything about my relationship to Florida might be summed up in the genealogical trajectory from my great-grandfather, born into slavery in South Carolina, tortured as a child, moved to Florida as an adult with some of his family, lived to old age, and now deceased and buried in Fort Pierce. Other elders, born in the 1800s and early 1900s, are also now deceased.
This journey raises questions about whether that history carries any significance outside of familial relationships. That’s four generations of people’s lives hidden from pubic events, little daily rituals we all go through. Through historical fiction I examine a slice of Florida and some of life’s interesting characters and events. The narrative of life continually plays out on the stage of the planet earth.