The theory of genetic memory describes a variety of processes by which genetic material confers an individual’s past history. This theory would suggest that we are born with memories imprinted on us by our ancestors. Maybe this theory explains the tranquility that settles within me when I watch the sunset over the New River. And why I felt like after a lifetime of yearning for a distant place, I was finally returning home when I moved here to these mountains.

I grew up in the North Carolina Piedmont on the edge of the area known as the Sandhills. My boyhood home is as different from my current home as night is from day. However, I feel more at home here than I ever did in the place where I grew up. Genetic memory is the only thing that makes any sense.

My European ancestors where mostly from Scotland. They were a fiercely independent bunch who lived along the River Dee in the Scottish Highlands. They lived in isolation much like the people of Appalachia did for centuries, many of whom are also of Scottish descent. There are numerous parallels between the two. Both areas possess great scenic beauty. Highlanders were rebels and outlaws who refused to bend to the will of the English government until forced. Even then, the remoteness of the region made foreign governance difficult. To this day, they remain critical of government and powerful institutions. The same stubborn blood that cources thru their veins, courses thru the veins of the people of Appalachia. There is a feeling of pride and independence in these hills unlike any I’ve experienced anyplace else.

I’ve never been to my ancestral home, though I hope to one day. If I don’t make it though, this place will do just fine.