What Was That
Into the rear view mirror is a glancing glimpse of history. Unbeknownst to me are people I've met and have never met.
In 1974 my father died. I was 15½ years old. An urban kid who had just relocated to a rural vacation area where my father wanted to be when he retired. The sheriff who came to tell us had brought his son along. He was a classmate I had met at the new high school I was attending. All of this started a new path for me to travel. It closed one that I would never understand. The path of my dad. I knew the end of his path. But not the beginning of his path. Nor the end of his parents paths or his grand parents paths. And so on and so on.
In 2016 I typed into ancestry.com the name of my dad's dad, my paternal grandfather. Harry Mason. Many incidents of different Harry appeared...
Earlier in 2016 I came across my paternal grandmother's divorce paper... I'm digging to find that item to post...
In 1974 my father died. I was 15½ years old. An urban kid who had just relocated to a rural vacation area where my father wanted to be when he retired. The sheriff who came to tell us had brought his son along. He was a classmate I had met at the new high school I was attending. All of this started a new path for me to travel. It closed one that I would never understand. The path of my dad. I knew the end of his path. But not the beginning of his path. Nor the end of his parents paths or his grand parents paths. And so on and so on.
In 2016 I typed into ancestry.com the name of my dad's dad, my paternal grandfather. Harry Mason. Many incidents of different Harry appeared...
Earlier in 2016 I came across my paternal grandmother's divorce paper... I'm digging to find that item to post...
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