Todays prompt was inspired by my other interest in researching my family history. The journey took me and my dad to the New Forest where we found the church my great great great grandparents were married (and presumably) buried in. I remember sitting in the churchyard thinking about what I would say to them if I could…
Looking out from St Andrews
last May – it was a lovely day
the sky brushed in shades of blue
we’d been wandering the forest
studying Landford – tracing
you – on an ancestral quest.
We found you on this country hill
reaching up into the heavens
coated in yellow daffodils.
The world you knew is history
the young’uns migrated to the Smoke
why it’s all a mystery…
But, here stands the same ol’ church
of course in your time it was new
much like that weary silver birch.
Are you in the breeze about these stones?
Listening to my quiet whispers
as I ponder this place – your home.
Do you know we are related?
I’m your grand daughter’s grand daughter
and wanted to say hello – albeit belated.
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Discovering our past and connecting with it is a great thing to do Charley. I felt your search for connection clearly. I live in the same house my great grandparents lived in, the same house I was raised in, I like that I have been able to maintain the family connection with this house. Excellent poem Charley, very well done.
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I think about how it would feel to live in an environment with that sort of Rich History, Michael. That consistent physical surround. Familiar surfaces, yard and those marks on the door or wall that show how old you have grown. The carvings in the tree you put there when you were 10…
I think it would be lovely. I had a very transient childhood, and that consistency is something I yearn for as I am older.
Thank you. Thats so nice to be surrounded by all that history 🙂
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Sadly, I don’t know a great deal about my family history, none on my fathers side and a very little amount on my mothers side.
This made me get a twinge of yearning for that knowledge… just a little.