There is an African proverb that says "When an old
man dies…a library burns to the ground."
I was never blessed with a Teller of Stories in my family.
I collected bits and pieces of the more legendary family
tales through the years without ever sitting down to question
the whys..whens…and what fors…from my elders. As I
ease into my senescent years there are so many regrets for
all the unasked questions..the missing puzzle pieces…
the loss of my history. I am lucky enough to have the
family bible (above) with recorded births and deaths
of my Mothers family…but I want the stories…the day to
day living of life goings ons…the silly..the sad..the brave…
the cowardly…I want to know about all the blue highways
on the map to this thing I call…me.
I've waited until the last library has burned to the ground….
I need a do over..
