The ways in which your words wind with descriptive richness is stunning. The personification of the Ozarks being birthed - a kiss of beauty.
As someone who graduated with a degree in history, this strikes me so. Time is the ever-changing consistency in our world-without it things would exist infinitely never having any significant meaning. How we hold and remember our past sets a mark for our future, and every generation will remember our past differently.
Before my grandfather died, I took all of his pictures from the time he was born to his modern day and took down his remembrance- his oral history. It was hard due to dementia that was slowly creeping in- facts were fuzzy at times but the stories and laughter and sorrow he shared I will never forget. I created a photo-personal-history book of sorts to capture what he shared about every picture and story. My kids read it now. I’ve done the same for my grandmother - it is at least something, and time will tell for us all.
The ways in which your words wind with descriptive richness is stunning. The personification of the Ozarks being birthed - a kiss of beauty.
As someone who graduated with a degree in history, this strikes me so. Time is the ever-changing consistency in our world-without it things would exist infinitely never having any significant meaning. How we hold and remember our past sets a mark for our future, and every generation will remember our past differently.
Before my grandfather died, I took all of his pictures from the time he was born to his modern day and took down his remembrance- his oral history. It was hard due to dementia that was slowly creeping in- facts were fuzzy at times but the stories and laughter and sorrow he shared I will never forget. I created a photo-personal-history book of sorts to capture what he shared about every picture and story. My kids read it now. I’ve done the same for my grandmother - it is at least something, and time will tell for us all.
Indeed, take the picture, and ask for the story.