My father's family hailed from the Shenandoah Valley in Virginia. Until my grandfather and grandmother moved to Northern Virginia in the early 1900s, my father's family had lived in "the valley" for over a century.
All of us, every single man, woman, and child on the face of the Earth were born with the same unalienable rights; to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. And, if the governments of the world can't get that through their thick skulls, then, regime change will be necessary.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Shenandoah
My dearest aunt, the last member of my mother's generation in this family and a second mother to me, passed away last week. This was one of her favorite songs, and she often requested that I play it for her on the piano:
My father's family hailed from the Shenandoah Valley in Virginia. Until my grandfather and grandmother moved to Northern Virginia in the early 1900s, my father's family had lived in "the valley" for over a century.
My father's family hailed from the Shenandoah Valley in Virginia. Until my grandfather and grandmother moved to Northern Virginia in the early 1900s, my father's family had lived in "the valley" for over a century.
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Wow, I'm sorry to hear that. God bless you and your family.
Cherish those memories of a well reasoned time which appears to be slipping passed us all at an ever more swift pace these days. May she rest in peace.
HRW
I'm glad that my aunt won't have to see what America is going through right now.
In fact, for the past several weeks, she didn't watch the news at all. This, from a woman who always "kept up."
I'm going to miss her so much! I tear up all the time. Therefore, I'll be taking a break from posting, particularly at my own site, beginning on Wednesday, when I attend the burial of my aunt's cremains.
On top of this grief, Mr. AOW is very ill because of the cold from hell. I'm watching him for pneumonia. So far, no sign of that. But he's a prime candidate for pneumonia.
God, my life is hell right now.
I will pray for you, AOW.
I'll be thinking of you, AOW. Take a rest for a while, you have more than earned it, and Mr. AOW must be your first concern now.
What a beautiful song to remember your aunt by, and no wonder it has been beloved of so many people for centuries now. I used to play the Mormon Tabernacle version of it all the time (they had a great album of American historical songs).
It's so difficult to have this constant threat hang over our lives all the time. But I'm grateful for the people I have found that I can fight it with.
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