No lion? must be pre-history
On TV, a movie from the Samuel Goldwyn Studio. In B and W. The credits don’t have a lion, which means this must be older than I. Pre-history. Funny how that works. Am I going to pay attention? Probably not. I am much more in tune with the solstice passing without incident. Should I stay up and see if I can detect that the days are getting longer?
The only thing of note was the discovery of a gift on the stoop. I will have to wait for another couple of days to learn the provenance. Just a hint, but this may be one of the quieter holiday periods in my history. No travel. No unexpected or uninvited guests. Just the usual suspects.
Oddly, I have (again) started to wonder if my local ancestors lived together in the same house. You know, like my grandfather and my great grandfather and my great-great grandfather. Not my father, because he was not yet around the place. What were they like? Did they get along? I do remember the house, and the barns and the well. All typical to the area. No gilded mansion on a hill; I’m not descended from aristocracy.
Perhaps I can find a photo, to see if it jogs any memories. Doubtful. This was a local village, in every sense. A portage between to shores. A hamlet, with just enough people to make a mark on a very local map. Even the railway came later, and served to help people get away. My need to know is purely for my need to know. And for my siblings, I guess.
