The mills of time slowly grind us away, day by day, year by year. This photo, taken probably the same day as the one in "To the Manor Born" since the same Christmas tree appears in both shots, was taken when we were living for a short while, again, in Loves Park, around 1950.
You look at these people and probably have no idea of who they actually were as individual human beings. You never spent time in their company, heard their voices, or their laugh, or felt the comfort of being part of them. But I do, still.
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