I have often wondered how many other persons experienced a childhood such as I did with all the bizarre situations that occurred. I am certain that there will be a cause for doubt and skepticism when people read about it. However, they are all true. I don't wish to repeat any of them. Ultimately, I felt Morrison held a unique story of immigrants (mostly related) that held steadfast to their heritage; yet survived by the gifts of the land along with all the challenges and hardships. I also wanted to share in the beauty of Kinzua Country and the Dam that caused us to say goodbye to our homes forever. Kinzua was a quaint village set in a beautiful valley. Morrison (a minute village just a short six miles away) was forgotten in the demise of it. Now a prominent boating and outing area; it is known just for that; not for what it embraced before it was blanketed with the cool waters of the dam.
