Saturday at two. In deference to an elderly neighbor, I went to church. They are slipping away from us, the children of the Great War --the sons and daughters of sharecroppers, military officers, coal miners, lawyers, early fliers, cooks, tradesmen, widows on pensions-- slipping away, one by one but together, taking an era with them, leaving us with the privilege of having known them, whether well or in passing. That, and a certain sadness.
Posted on: Sun, 27 Jul 2014 22:14:55 +0000