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I had lunch with my dad today for the first time in a very long time. We dined in a country home converted into a small restaurant. We spoke of many things and shared what is going on in our lives. His wife was there and mine was too. We laughed a little and eat some very good food. Just as things were winding down and we were getting ready to leave. He went to his car and came back with these. One was a very old bible which belonged to his dad and the other was this photograph which showed his mother as a baby in 1903. He told me a little about the farm back then. He pointed out his Grandmother and his great Granddad. Told me they came from Scotland and that was all he knew. I stared at this photograph almost all night and I saw all those faces looking back at me from across the great divide of time�They spoke to me�and now I have to know more.

Friday, December 29, 2006

1903 AD

They stare out at me with eyes that no longer see.

Their faces are masked by time; glimpses unto a past which led unto me.

Who are these souls save those whom branch out to form this human tree?

What are their names, and what would they say if to me they would speak?

1903 is come soon to one hundred and four years ago.

It was a time before cars and planes, a time when life was hard and slow.

No electricity on the farm, no indoor plumbing, nor heat and air.

Their life was so very different than this of mine, yet still by blood we share.

But who are these which look out at me with eyes so still and blank?

And why, oh why do they call out my name to yet stir this soul from rank?

For they are me and I them�we come from a common root

as they are the branch and I be the stem.

Though only of one of these thirty one souls have I ever known.

Their sudden reappearance today has to me hit home.

I want to know more about how they in life dealt,

I want to know more how they must have truly felt.

Maybe someday I will know�maybe never.

J. Allen Wilson � TWELVE 2006

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Reviewed by S J (Reader)

Reviewed on December 31, 2006

This is so beautifully written, Allen!

I study my ancestors as well. You may want to look into Ancestry.com, for they have family tree, marriage records, immigration lists and so forth, it is a wonderful site.

Wishing you, and your family, a New Year of Peace, Wellness, and Joy ~

Thank you,
Sheila

Reviewed by J M (Reader)

Reviewed on December 31, 2006

Wonderful story poem and so well told Allen. I study my ancestors. Yu learn alot about you when you do. Blessed and happy New Years to you and yours,
Joselyn

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on December 31, 2006

we can never capture the past but can always feel its presence within us ... good luck on finding out more about it ...

Reviewed by Taylor Ryan

Reviewed on December 31, 2006

My dad was cleaning out his office recently in the process of moving to a new one...the mman will never retire. He has always been a man of nostalgia of the family kind. In the process, i have been blessed with stacks of photographs and geneaology from a long lost cousin...and it appears my relatives were of Scottish dessent as well...Edinburgh...seems paper was their business and I have no knowledge of what brought them to Massachusetts...but I want to learn.
Much enjoyed, Allen,
xo and happiest of new Years,
Taylor

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Reviewed on December 30, 2006

Very Interesting write,Happy New Years...Hugsssssss

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on December 30, 2006

"and what would they say if to me they would speak?"

Firstly I think they would say to get a haircut ya gol'durned hippie...

I think it would be so cool to go to your local, maybe, library and research all those faces...or do so on the internet someway...I have so few pictures of my family further back than my grandparents...keep me in the loop here, I love knowing about the past...take care, Ed

Reviewed by Lew Duffey

Reviewed on December 30, 2006

Wanna know something Allen. I have a feeling life was simpler for them. No, they didn't have the conveniences we have but they also did not have the lethal stress we deal with. They say the grass is always greener on the other side but somehow the crab grass seems to grow where it will.
God Bless,
Lew

Reviewed by Louisa Dobbins

Reviewed on December 30, 2006

This is so true. Are you sure we not related, being from the same home and all. I tell you this looks like Granny' house. Thank you.

Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)

Reviewed on December 30, 2006

Interesting write. The past has always fascinated me. Exclellent write. God Bless Holly

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on December 30, 2006

The past especially when we find links to our own bloodlines is fascinating but also entrapping, once you start looking you are not only surprized at what you find but snared into finding out more.
Happy hunting.

Fee

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on December 29, 2006

Exceptional write Allen! I hope you follow up on knowing more, it is how we come upon those nuggets of wisdom that are hidden among older family members. Thanks for sharing. Thanks also for your support while I've been ill!

Love, and Happy New Year,
Eileen

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