“Millions of men have lived to fight, build palaces and boundaries, shape destinies and societies; but the compelling force of all times has been the force of originality and creation profoundly affecting the roots of human spirit.” Ansel Adams

Most of us have a piece of history tucked away somewhere in our past.  The latest desire to discover our ancestors and heritage is sweeping the country.  We’re even asked to provide a sample of our DNA in order to find more in depth information.

Were your ancestors pillars of the community or were there some shady goings on in their lives?  Were they rich or poor?  Did they contribute to society or just take advantage of it?  Were they famous or infamous?

Any information we gather from our family trees is certainly not enough to tell us what our forerunners were really like.  What did they believe?  How did the get through the perils of life that faced those past generations?   What framed their personalities and character traits?

I came across the above photograph a couple years ago and decided to keep it.  I don’t know who the people are in the picture.  I can recognize some facial qualities that might lead me to my mother’s family.  I will never know for sure.  The thing that stands out to me in this image, is one of hard work, perseverance, determination, physical hardship and not a lot of joy.

Today photographs often include selfies – perfectly posed pictures – straight, whitened teeth and coifed hair. There is no dirt under the fingernails – no hefty work animals at our side – no sadness, grief or pain.  We try to put the best image of ourselves out there for the world to see.

I wonder what future generations will say about us.  As we look back, our vision of what used to be conjures ideas of difficult times – physical labor – oppression – fear of the unknown.  In 2099 a whole new generation of geriatrics will walk the face of the earth.  Will they recall sitting at a computer to compose a piece of writing or will that be overtaken by Alexa or some other robotic instrument? Will they understand the joy of lifting a paintbrush and creating a piece of art or will they have forgotten to enjoy art all together?  Will it matter what they look like – their appearance – their beauty?  Most will probably be cocooned within their own environment with very little social contact.

When you get old you think about things like this.  The folks in the old sepia-toned photographs certainly didn’t seem to enjoy their plight.  They existed.  They carried on, but were they happy?

Every generation probably thinks there’s is the best.  The experiences, the challenges, the desires are all part of the big picture.  Life doesn’t change much over time. We invent things that make it a lot easier, but we are all still the same in God’s eyes.  We can choose to complain about our lot in life or we can decide to live with it and make the most of it.

“The righteous who walks in his integrity—
    blessed are his children after him!
” Proverbs 20:7






About atimetoshare.me

As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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9 Responses to WHERE ARE YOUR ROOTS?

  1. I have a whole box of old photos left by my mother when she passed on to be with the Lord. Except for a few, none of them identify who the people are, but I just can’t bear to throw them away and will pass them on to our youngest daughter (she is the archivist for the family) to deal with.

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  2. hatrack4 says:

    When I took pictures, I took pictures of where we had visited. I might include family and friends in the pictures. There is hardly any pictures of me. I was almost always the one behind the camera. The self-centeredness of the present generation to show precious me is mind-boggling to me. And, yes, those old photos show people with dirt under their fingernails.

    An while my mother found that my father’s mother’s ancestor was a first cousin of Thomas Jefferson, she learned nothing of her father’s ancestry, being told not to look – you might find a horse thief.

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  3. I am fortunate to have had grandparents who wrote the names on the back of photos. Yes it was not archivally correct but it is nice to know who those people are and how they are related. I do have one 11×14 photo of a lady from the Netherlands. My in-laws think she is a great grandparent but no one really knows who she is….and she doesn’t look real happy either!

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  4. Thank you, Kathy, for continuing to express many of the same thoughts we have. Agreeing with you in every part, the pictures are probably true expressions. Life was very hard and pictures were few compared to this generation.. We are blessed to learn from our ancestors, hopefully, teaching the future generations the ways of our Lord. Blessings for you and yours. 🙂

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