Stephanie Pitcher Fishman
M y journey into family history started when I was looking for an activity to do with my maternal grandmother, my “Cotton” Granny. Little did I know that she was in the beginning stages of dementia. It not only created memories that I would cherish, but it saved names and places that we may have lost with her a few years later.
The project that started as a time killer in 1998 grew into a life’s passion.
I’ve become more and more enamored with genealogy and have decided that this is something that I want to dedicate more time towards. As a 12+ year veteran homeschool mother, I am particularly interested in sharing with others how family history can be integrated into their children’s lives to bring a richness to their education that only personal history can.
What Does “Corn and Cotton” Mean?
I come from good stock: Corn and Cotton. One line grew up among the cornfields of Ohio and roaming through the beautiful lands of New England. Another is deeply rooted in the cotton fields growing in red Georgia clay and proud of it. I’ve been blessed to spend half my life in each, and I’m finally starting to feel as though both are home.
The common ground in both is that once you step foot into the house you are home. I feel the same way when I search the genealogical records of each. They may have been on opposite sides of the Mason-Dixon and the Civil War, but they are both mine. And, I’m proud.