Last year when I pulled over on the side of the road to get a close look at what I now know is Rosa laegivata (Cherokee Rose), I was stunned by its beauty and that day learned the tragic story it came to be named after: the forced removal of the Cherokee peoplx in Georgia by Congress in 1838. Through that search, I found this book and knew I had to read it. This story touched me and brought up questions for my own ancestors—my mother‘s side of⬇️