Many years after the major land exploration and conquest had taken place, and people settled into more day-to-day life, I believe the pioneers began to yearn for more. For many women, in particular, I suspect many questioned whether there was more to life than just being an everyday mom, a token plantation wife, a kept mistress, a backroom accountant, or a slave to another's dreams.
If they were even remotely like me, these female pioneers whose ancestory was from vastly different countries and cultures had to be united by a central dilemma. Whether spoken or not, I suspect many were afraid they would walk the hills of their new homeland, build families, attend functions, build a few friendships, but never really leave a lasting imprint for future generations. What, if any, were their enduring accomplishments? Would anyone remember their name? Am I alone in my wonderings? I really don't think so.
These days, we may not sail the open sea, wear corsets, or picket for the right to vote, but we are pioneers. We are transformed by those we know, read, or even dream about. The wilderness is now more figurative-- it is in our mind where we consider the obstacles and opportunities we can seize or ignore.