Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on October 16, 2016 by Jan Wilberg
Moss-covered markers
Clues of losses then and now
History chiseled
Category: WritingTags: American history, American Indian, haiku, history, racism

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What happens here on Red's Wrap is all over the map. There is no single theme, no overarching gripe, no malady of my own or others that dominates. I write about what seems important or interesting at the moment and what aims me toward hope. I write stories, essays, poems - whatever fits the day and the mood. Nothing stays the same, here or anywhere. That's a good thing. Happiness. It's relative.
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That marker does make a person stop and think.
This marker commemorates an event that occurred exactly 77 years before my birth–July 3, 1947!
Your words resonate with me. I just returned from Ireland and a visit to the land on which my ancestors were tenant farmers. The estate parish was home to many moss covered headstones.