Tuesday, June 13, 2017
A Matter of Perspective
I've been working on researching my ancestors lately, and as I walked (no music so had time to ponder some things) I thought about just stopping and going to my air- conditioned car and quitting early. But then I considered my 3rd great grandmother. Her name was Ann, and she came over from Wales on a ship in 1863. Her husband was already in America, and she was following with her 4 small children, including a baby born after her husband left. The voyage was probably more than a month long, and some of the children got a "fever" -- 2 of them died, including the baby. She tried to hide the little bodies in a trunk, but she was forced to bury them at sea. After arriving in Baltimore, she had to go by wagon to Pennsylvania where they probably got on a flatboat and rode down the Ohio River to Ohio. So there she was, new country with a different language, no air conditioning or car or Walmart. I can't even imagine what that was like. When I had to cross the ocean to follow my husband to Germany, we flew and arrived the same day and I was exhausted. Obviously my Welsh grandmother was much stronger than I am. Here's a picture of her daughter Mary -- she came over on the boat when she was about 3 years old.
So I thought about my ancestors, and walked a while longer. The meaning of "difficult " or "old" is a matter of perspective. This is the day that the Lord has made -- let us remember where we have come from and REJOICE! Put a spring in your step!