Welcome to the Past

   I enjoy spending evenings with my ancestors.  They tell me stories of where they lived, whom they married, their kids and grandkids names.

  Especially in the winter when it is so cold, maybe snowy, I enjoy the warmth inside.  Using my imagination I picture their homes, towns and villages.  I can sense their aching muscles from a long day’s labor.  Their tired eyes dozing off as they sit by the fireside.

  And in spring I continue enjoying their company, as I watch for new leaves to sprout and grow on our trees.  More adventure, more tales, more history.  The wind brings their voices to life.  The rain washes away the boundaries.  The sunlight illuminates each person, yet some are a bit of a mystery still, staying in the shadows.  It’s okay, I understand.  Not everyone is sociable.  Some are shy.

Lafayette, LA 1938 Russell Lee photo

  Here another evening of discovery and wonder passes.  The moonlight beckons me to rest.  The book closes for the day.  But my ancestors are always welcome back again.     Theresa M

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