End Game

Ask any writer what they want more than anything? The answer is simple. To get their ideas out to the World.

Family history is quite the same. The thrill of the hunt. The love of research. Countless hours of research, looking for leads and finally coming to full picture view.

I’ve really enjoyed delving into fiction, especially historical fiction as consideration of historic facts lends to a story woven together with colorful fiction in between dates and names.

Of course as fiction goes, many of the names have been changed to protect the innocent. But stories, life scenarios can be retold in a way that capture your imagination.

What would it feel like to walk down the street of my small town in its heyday? Large trees flank both sides of the Main Street. Small brick sidewalks lead the way to businesses and homes. The railroad barrels into town with its whistle blowing. The smell of coal and smoke float in the air. Women bustling to and fro as they collect their goods and groceries and head home to make supper for their families.

The hair styles, the fashion, the handkerchiefs. Just consider the possibilities.

As romantic as it is to consider the simpler time in life even on ones’ own street, of course real life was occurring. There was drama, there was infidelity, there were struggles in every single day.

Those romantic simple times and corresponding struggles need a consideration as we go about our normal daily lives now. Paying homage to those who came before us, especially those that did it in heals or those who wore pants when it was frowned upon.