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Often, I post about Those Days. And by that, I'm recalling from my memory what my life was about then. And Those Days, for me is quite likely different from what your memories are. Different.... Separated by time, location, culture, and Faith.
I love to talk about Those Days and really like to hear about the days of others, particularly of elders. So much so, that sometimes when I had free time as a cop, I would stop by the local convalescent hospital and chat with those whose lives were nearing maturity. They were usually lonely, and some welcomed most anyone for a visit and chat. Their stories were fascinating, but most of the time I couldn't really comprehend what it would be like to live them.
Recently, I visited with a lady probably 40 years my elder. Sharp, witty, and with an incredible memory. Now, I've heard stories about wars and dust storms, the depression and hard times, one-room schoolhouses and plowing fields, and prisoners of Nazi Death Camps. But this gal, told an amazing story that I had never, ever heard.
She told a story of her first hand experience in a covered wagon. If I understood correctly, her family obtained a homestead "out west." Unable to afford to travel by locomotive or automobile, her grandfather obtained transportation by wagon train. And during that travel, a portion of the wagon train was attacked and massacred by the Indians!
Our time was short, but I'm sure I'll hear another. Maybe on Sumday Soon.
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Ya right....indian massacare....uh huh
ReplyDeletei think my favorite story-weaver was an old man i met (in a convalescent home) who was about 70 or 80 at the time. he was from france and had quite an accent still. told how he landed here and led the life of a basque in america. fascinating.
ReplyDeleteit would be interesting to get the details of the wagon story.