I read a story a few months ago that I couldn’t ever get out of my head. It’s about a family who lived in the Tennessee Valley during the Great Depression. The federal government put together a plan called the Tennessee Valley Project to build a dam and create more jobs. The family, who lived in a homestead cabin, knew that the dam would create new jobs, that their neighbors and their town would benefit from the work and opportunities. They knew that the government built them a new home outside the area of the lake, but on the day that they were to move, the father came out on the porch of that little cabin and told the government workers that they weren’t leaving. The construction workers didn’t know what to do until someone thought to send in a social worker to listen to the family’s concerns. She sat with them all morning, drinking a cup of coffee and getting to know them. Finally she asked them to tell her why they were refusing to move so she had something to report back to the construction crew. The father of the house looked at her and said, “Do you see that fire in the fireplace?” as he pointed to the only heating and cooking source in their small home. “My grandfather tended to that fire his whole life because he didn’t have any matches and the neighbors was too far away. Then my father tended to that fire his whole life, and I have been tending to it my whole life. I'm not about to let that fire go out now.” This gave the social worker an idea. The next day she brought with her a large apple butter kettle. She explained to the family that they could put the coals in the kettle, that she had kindling and wood ready in their new home, and that they could bring the fire with them. The family asked her to leave as they discussed this. When they invited her back into their cabin, they were each taking turns shoveling up the coals into the bucket and then they walked together, carrying the fire of their ancestors to their new home.