A continuum which lacks spatial dimensions and in which events succeed one another from past through present to future is one definition of time. It is considered the measured or measurable period during which an action, process or condition exists or continues. As a genealogist, we often deal with measurable periods of time during which our ancestors existed. Mostly, it is time spent going from present to past. Here is a picture of my grandson and I sharing some time in one of those passageways which leads to other places.
Hand in hand, moving on down this hallway...we walked, and talked...and shared. Past, to present, and hopefully to the future...this corridor in time.
Monday, September 30, 2013
Friday, September 6, 2013
Those Thousand Words
The Henderson side of the family comes through my great grandmother Ellen Dorcas Henderson. Family records show that "Richard Henderson had a son named Samuel Henderson who had a son named William Henderson who had a son named: Abraham B. Henderson (nickname Sonny)...". He was born October 22, 1843 and died April 12, 1908. He married Armilda Berryman (nicknamed Millie) who was born January 12, 1844 and died November 14, 1914.
The picture above is Sonny and Millie. Their faces appear stern... foreheads wrinkled... and a determined look that seems to say life is rough, but we are determined to press onward. Sonny's beard is full, hair kept, and a penetrating look that passes through the picture that seems to say...I've seen a lot...done a lot...and know a lot about life's difficulties. Millie shares the same facial expression, but her eyes are a little softer. Her hair is parted carefully down the middle, and must have been pulled tightly into a bun at the back of the head. What stories they could tell. Their faces already speak those thousand words.
The picture above is Sonny and Millie. Their faces appear stern... foreheads wrinkled... and a determined look that seems to say life is rough, but we are determined to press onward. Sonny's beard is full, hair kept, and a penetrating look that passes through the picture that seems to say...I've seen a lot...done a lot...and know a lot about life's difficulties. Millie shares the same facial expression, but her eyes are a little softer. Her hair is parted carefully down the middle, and must have been pulled tightly into a bun at the back of the head. What stories they could tell. Their faces already speak those thousand words.
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