IT'S A GAME, THIS LIFE WE LEAD DAY AFTER DAY, EACH DAY A LITTLE DIFFERENT THAN THE ONE THE DAY BEFORE. SOME, STRANGELY ENOUGH, MAKE A LIFETIME OF DIFFERENCES. THE DAY WHEN SOMEONE IS BORN AND THE DAY OR NIGHT WHEN SOMEONE DIES. THOSE DAYS ARE AS DIFFERENT AS DAY IS FROM NIGHT. WE LOVE THE BIRTHDAYS AND FEAR THE OTHERS.
TIME HAS LEFT ITS MARK ON OLD PHOTOS FROM ANOTHER ERA IN AMERICAN HISTORY. FEW STORIES REMAIN ABOUT WHO HAD FOUGHT FOR GRANT OR WHO, IF ANY, HAD FOUGHT FOR LEE, THEY WEREN'T ON MY SIDE OF THE FAMILY.
NEVERTHELESS, THEY WERE ALIVE BEFORE MY TIME AND OF THEM ALL, THE ONLY ONE I RECALL IS MY AUNT DOROTHY'S DAD, FRANK E. HAWTHORN, BORN IN the 1870s and DIED IN 1958. ALTHOUGH HE WASN'T KIN, HE WAS GRANDAD ALL THE SAME. HE WAS A GENTLEMAN FROM MANY GENERATIONS AGO, MANY GENERATIONS PAST. GENERATIONS PASS SO FAST AND ALTHOUGH WE EACH HAVE ONE THAT'S OURS, IT DOESN'T REALLY LAST. AND THAT'S GOOD. THAT'S WHAT BEING GRANDFATHERS AND GRANDSONS IS ALL ABOUT, ONE REPLACING THE OTHER IN DUE TIME. THE SAME, OF COURSE, MUST BE SAID OF GRANDMOTHERS AND YES, GRANDDAUGHTERS. LIFE AND GENERATIONS PAST ALMOST TOO FAST FOR ONE TO GET ACCUSTOMED TO BEFORE IT'S GONE. THAT'S TO SAY DEATH IS A SAD TIME TO COME AROUND SO OFTEN WHEN, IF IT WAS UP TO ME, IT WOULD BARELY EVER PAY A VISIT AT ALL EXCEPT IN THE STRANGEST OF CIRCUMSTANCES. BUT I'M NOT TO BLAME; IT'S NOT MY GAME AND I DIDN'T WRITE THE RULES. NO, I'M JUST A PLAYER LIKE THOSE WHO HAVE GONE ON AHEAD AND THOSE WHO WILL REMAIN LONG AFTER MY GAME ENDS.
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a well preserved photo from the past.
your writing from the heart..well its how i feel but i dont have the wods to say it the way You do.so blessed to be able to read what Your write.
my granparents were born in the first decade of the 1900's and thier parents came here from germany.
how wonderful to know our heritage and to appreciate it.
lin;]
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