The original families are still all over the area, everyone knows them, they seem to know everyone. They have those old homes, farms, and tracks of land. So what do they think about everyone else who has come along in the last 400 or so years building trains, roads, homes, golf courses, stores, marina's and restaurants. What do members of those original families talk about when they have had a glass of wine or two after dinner. Do the families around only a hundred or two hundred years on the east end amuse them, or do they consider them recent interlopers? Do the present political leaders amuse them or annoy them. Or is it the all mundane because of their attachment to the soil of their parent's, parent's, grandparent's. It must be special to look at trees their great grand dads planted to cool the house, or line the road to the farm. Those trees stand mighty now, so mighty many mourn when a storm takes a giant down. It always surprises me how decedents of the families are all here. I always say I am temporally here on a guest visa from up-island. One things is for sure, old wind mills, farm fences, quaint old village main streets, and landmarks seems to say longevity. I guess at the end of the day we are all guests to the land the original families sacrificed, endured, cleared, nurtured, and survived to flourish on. It's nice every now and then to pause and realise every growing live thing has some sort of roots. And the long strong roots of the east end are planted to ensure longevity of a way of life.