I moved here when I was 12,” Carlton told me. “Lived here 50 years, but I’ll never be a native.”
Course not.
Native status requires five generations in the ground. Minimum.
But, here’s a twist. “You become a native,” Ken says, “when the last person dies who remembers you moving in.”
Hmmmm.
My husband says he doesn’t understand this story, but I do:
At the Historical Society annual meeting, a man told how he was researching his family, the genealogy and such. His grandparents had 14 children. Someone said, “Were they all New Hampshire natives?”
“Well, there’s some question about Brucie,” he said, “Brucie was born in Maine. But, a-course, Grampa never left the state.”
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