“I saw behind me those who had gone, and before me, those who are to come. I looked back and saw my father, and his father, and all our fathers, and in front, to see my son, and his son, and the sons upon sons beyond.
And their eyes were my eyes.
As I felt, so they had felt, and were to feel, as then, so now, as tomorrow and forever. Then I was not afraid, for I was in a long line that had no beginning, and no end, and the hand of his father grasped my father’s hand, and his hand was in mine, and my unborn son took my right hand, and all, up and down the line stretched from Time That Was, to Time That Is, and is not yet, raised their hands to show the link, and we found that we were one, born of Woman, Son of Man, had in the Image, fashioned in the Womb by the Will of God, the eternal Father.
I was one of them, they were of me, and in me, and I in all of them.”
The watercolor, “The Duncombe Homestead,” is now in Texas.
This picture was commissioned by one of “the aunts” back in the 80’s. I’m not sure where it was before it was given to my sister, Sue. If I was totally honest, I’d have to say I really don’t remember seeing it before she brought it to me in Colorado. It must have been in Omaha at Aunt Marie’s. After Marie died the “Homestead” began its journey. First to Sue’s in Waterloo, then to our house in Colorado, back to Iowa after we sold our house, and now with me again, this time, in Texas.
It fills my heart having this little bit of history back in my home–providing a connection to my family and my past.
It is the simple things and I am thankful.
“Roots are, I’m learning, as important as wings.”
Sending you all love.