Politics itself is the true tyrant. It is an all-consuming bane of reasonable men, a vicious, unchanging parlor game played by masochistic fools. There is no object because the object, by cruel design, is forever elusive. Like a game of chess played on a never-ending chessboard, there can be no winner.
I have, therefore, decided to enjoy a siesta, and focus my efforts on a more rewarding venture. History: One Person At A Time
Truthfully, it started after my wife and I completed our family trees. We enjoyed digging up life stories so much that we were disappointed to learn that historical documents will only allow so much information to be known. We missed the detective work, and needed a fix! So instead of going out to lunch or dinner like normal couples, we went to the cemetery in search of something strange or out of place. For instance, someone dying young, two people buried together that died on the same day, or dates that indicate a combat death. We gathered up as much information on these people as possible and compiled a database of biographies.
Neither one of us will ever forget our first one.
We’d been meandering about the cemetery for nearly half-an-hour before we saw it, stuck in the ground, partially covered with foliage. It was an average size headstone of a young woman. On either side sat two smaller headstones, each inscribed with the name of a young child. We took photographs of the headstones, five in all, then headed to the library.
After some digging, I found a newspaper article. Headline: MOTHER, FOUR CHILDREN SLAIN…BY ESTRANGED HUSBAND.
Nobody wants to find stories of human tragedy, but it goes with the territory. And you continue doing it because something obliges you to remember those that came before you. Perhaps an innate human desire to be remembered yourself, to matter long after you die, and to live forever, if only in the hearts and minds of future generations.
I don't know. But I do know that there is something within us that cannot bear to be forgotten, nor bear to forget. And so welcome to History: One Person At A Time.Like a crack addict I may relapse every now and again, but merely trying to free myself from the fetters of politics will prove beneficial to my psychological well-being.
I bid well those wishing to remain in the cesspool.