Before it’s gone

Hey Kids,

The age of information is here.

I find everyday more things to learn than I can possibly consume. Sometimes I feel my shaved head is going to burst.

And it’s not just new information either. I am in constant awe of how much I have forgotten from the past when confronted with what I think is a rerun.

Working at my desk, putting numbers into boxes, I listen to documentaries of subjects ranging from anything to everything. This I have shared before.

Gotta love the History Channel

Gotta love the History Channel

Today I listened to ancient bible history and the search for archeological finds that can prove or disprove accounts in the bible. Their findings proved nothing but showed some things likely to be true and some things unlikely to be true. Neither is of much use to me but to make me think.

What actually amazed me beyond the fascinating history was how much I’ve forgotten about my Bible reading. Especially from the Old Testament. What amazed me even more is that the Old Testament is my favorite reading. Apparently it’s been a while since I’ve read.

The story culminated in the recounting of the tale of how Judaism we know today did not come from the traditions practiced during the Kingdom of Israel, but instead emerged from the time of the exile and brought back with the few that returned.

The teachings meant so little to them while in the Promised Land that God had to carry the people away before they learned their importance. While suffering in a strange land, the people questioned, searched, and recalled who they were.

Religious implications aside, I am guilty of this myself.

It is not always the blessings, or good times, that make us strong, ask questions, and grow; but instead, it is when those blessings are absent and times are tough we tend to look inside and decide what is of true value.

We should question always. In good and bad times. Waste not the good times but enjoy them with a keen awareness from where and how the good times roll. Also, waste not the bad times but use them to whittle away the non-essential and find again where the blessings might await.

Tonight we ate out, cheap. We laughed, we talked, and we raised our $2 chocolate shakes to living and loving.

Times are tough, but God is good.

 

Day 148

Still in Awe

Hey Kids,

I don’t have a clue what the future holds and I love a lot of things from the past. But today, despite

George S. Patton

George S. Patton

some problems, is a wonderful, fantastic time to live.

The Internet has opened the world of knowledge to us like no other time in history.

Over the past several weeks, I have been doing some heavy data entry and desk work. During that time, and anytime I’m stuck at my desk, I spool up information about just about anything. Last week, the War in the Pacific, this week General Patton and the European Theatre.

It’s a marvelous time right now. I’m not ashamed to admit it.

 

Day 105

Photos in Time

Hey Kids,

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Arapaho Boys 1882

It’s funny. I look at this picture and I see little boys. I just assume they’re still little boys. When in reality, these kids grew up a long ago, got older, had kids of their own, and died. Their kids have done the same. And then again. Some of that third generation might still be alive today, but their great grandchildren would most likely be the same age of the boys pictured.

It’s easy to believe that pictures freezes time and to forget that time and life continues on. Time changes everything. I know this isn’t genius level thinking, but the subjects of pictures are always older than their picture.

Don’t hold on to the photographs of your life and think that’s how it will always be. Don’t believe that time doesn’t matter. Love the ones around you today, and every day. Tomorrow, they may not be there and/or they may want to be loved differently. Never believe the past or present is an assurance for the same in the future.

That being said, pictures are all some of us have for the future. And I suggest clinging to them like your last struggled breath of oxygen.

 

Day 64

Surrounding History

broadwayHey kids,

Last Sunday we went to the movies, one that I had not been to in some time, Broadway Cinema, downtown Salt Lake City. State Street and Broadway to be more precise. It’s a unique theatre, so much different from the ones built nowadays. Tucked away between buildings, it’s barely noticeable and within the company I escorted, only I knew of it. For me, it holds some nostalgia and some history.

It is where I watched the Return of the Jedi on its original opening run in the early 80’s. I’m not sure what winds your clock, but that’s some history in my neighborhood.

But the site played host to at least one more nugget of historical events that shrouds them all. At least in my book. State Street and Broadway, a time ago, represented the address of the Colorado Stables. Owned by Mr. Porter Rockwell. It is in these stables that Rockwell met the end of his trail, dying on a cot in the back office.IMG_20150304_213936_017-1

I wonder as I look at the surrounds, how many people know that? How many people who would care to know that, know it?

I wonder how many historical ghosts I pass daily unaware.

Is it important to remember the past? I vote yes.

 

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