- Posted January 18, 2014 by
This iReport is part of an assignment:
Remnants of the Pioneers
We estimate her age at about 1860. The wind and weeds blow through what remains.
And I ask, what remains of what does not remain. A pile of stones, vanished lives, a skeleton of once vibrant lives and loves out on this vast, dry plain. Gone, all gone now, and the family rests nearby in a little family cemetery.
Gone, but somehow remembered through this monument to what once was full of life, Christmas, birthdays and home cooking.