sometimes in life
things can become
so distant,
it just becomes
nothing but a blur.
i had to find a new vice
to replace an old one
that finally caught up with me on the road.
the free time
i had went into genealogy
and you never know what to expect.
i traced my dad’s family
down to the 1700’s and found
that one of his family members owned
the tract of land which is now chicago.
after that mission became complete,
it was now time to work
on my mother’s side.
i wasn’t having as much luck
until an uncle who has sinced passed away
provide me the name of arthur c quick
who had a book published on the family
down the 1600’s.
i went to the library
and they found a copy not too far away
from where i lived.
after the book arrived,
i went through the whole thing
and stumbled upon this man’s name.
i thought to myself,
now that’s an identity i’d like to have.
he was a very distant cousin,
and his name is zane grey,
a great country and western writer.
somehow i believe
i’m now forging an identity too.
Fine storytelling and I really liked the ending.
thanx alex for your comment. this is what it is all about on my end. i’ve got to keep on striving.
Very well done.
glad that you liked susan. even though i had an early inclination to words this certainly helped.
Well done, Don! A really nice blend of history, nostalgia…and that longing to feel like part of something significant and larger while adding your own fingerprint to the tree. I really enjoyed it.
thanx anne, and thank you for actually inspiring me to do it. there are individuals that really don’t understand why i need to do this. i had felt i had no identity while sitting behind a forklift. it pays the bills but it doesn’t do anything for the heart. writing gives me that identity and it has opened a number of doors that hadn’t been available before. thanx for your wonderful comment:)