The Wolfe Legacy

My name is Wolfe. My family has always known hardship but it has also made us who we are either because of it or in-spite of it. Through generations, we have endured wars, disease, poverty, and the uncertainties of finding our place in the world. Some of us prospered while others struggled and a few fell into obscurity. Yet somehow, through it all, the name endured. I have often wondered whether that speaks to the stubbornness of my ancestors or simply their refusal to fucking surrender to circumstances.

There has been a Wolfe in America before their was a nation. The first of us came to Jamestown, the first permanent English settlement in the Americas, in 1615. The land beyond them offered no promise that a man would live to see another year. I cannot say what brought him across the ocean from England. Whatever account he left has been lost and his burial plot forgotten to time. His name and the year of his arrival on a ledger are all that have survived history but his bloodline has endured and thrived.

For generations we have lived, fought, loved, and even died but yet we have endured.

This story is a side project I have had in my head for years as I wanted to just branch out and have a little fun on my part to learn about and explore different time periods. The family tree may change later after I decide stories for each though some generations may be skipped. I apologize for my grammar in places and my misuse of homophones.