Blending of America

I've blogged about my grandfather and posted some of his writing before. Today, another of his meditations. This one cuts off rather abruptly and I wonder if it is finished as written. Perhaps he was distracted by a young grandchild tugging at his pants leg?

THE BLENDING OF AMERICA
by Furman Lester

Man has forever been looking for new horizons, new goals to achieve, new objectives as a release for his frustrations in life, as a search for wealth, as an escape from oppression and discrimination and finally to satisfy in some way his curiosity and to look for the unexpected. Much courage and daring were involved. The ruggedness of the movement winnowed out the weak and lifted the strong in body and mind to explore the options fulfill at least part of the dreams.

For centuries, the restless migrants moved westward, always toward the setting sun, flooding the eastern coat of America and moving relentlessly across the mountains, the plains, and again the mountains. Eventually, the mighty Pacific was tamed in a limited way. But the search was not over. The creature became a searcher for the depths of the ocean and the bowels of the earth. He could not quench his thirst and began to explore the universe and to reveals secrets stored in nature for billions of years.

The exponent of these urges poured into the new land we call America. An over-populated Europe disgorged itself into a new land. Those searching for their own religious escape, traders, and explorers settled on the north east shores. The planters in the central Atlantic states and the search for gold, new land, and wealth in the south and southwest.