Agnes died as she lived, quietly.
Born 9th of April, 1885. She died before the spring of her 86th birthday.
She was respected not loved. Honoured not cherished.
Agnes had no need to be protected. She was the protector.
It had been a tough life but Agnes bore her stripes with pride.
Like the rail tracks, the pages of Agnes’s dairy attested to secrets that ran the length and breadth of many geneologies.
The scandals they told would put the towns rails in a tight knot.
Who was Johnny’s father again?
But Agnes was a protector, a sealed vault.
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And those sealed vaults are most fascinating when cracked open.
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I agree.
Thank you.
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And she took her secret to the grave
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she did indeed
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Chimoa, it was great to read this… a story that could unfold if the vault could be unlocked
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Thanks Michael!
No vault sealed.
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Agnes was truly the protector.
Many live her tale…
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Very true Anita. Thanks
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Dear Chioma,
It sounds like a lonely existence. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks Rochelle.
I think she would say she was alone but never lonely. The past always speaks.
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What an intriguing story! “Respected, but not loved. Honored, but not cherished.” I find those two sentences ineffably sad.
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I agree with you Linda.
Thanks!
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I like how I could trust Agnes with my deepest secrets. “”But Agnes was a protector, a sealed vault.”” just how it should be.
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Indeed James.
A loose tongue is every bit a cause to all around it.
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What an interesting character. I wonder what happened to her diary.
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I wonder as well.
Not sure what would better suit the story ….
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The deepest secret … only if there was someone to share her mental world.
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Sometimes we have to go alone….
Thank you!
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What a fascinating character you’ve created. “She was respected not loved. Honoured not cherished.” Those two short sentences tell us such a lot about Agnes. Well written.
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Thank you so much.
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Well done and interesting. First Agnes, now Ancestry. Well done. 🙂
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THanks Bill
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sadly, agnes can keep her secret only for awhile. science and dna will reveal the truths in time.
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Well, if no one is curious then no one would need the DNA test.
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Richly textured story with much to ponder. They say knowledge is power but it can also be a heavy burden to carry.
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Very heavy indeed.
Thanks
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You’re welcome.
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Love how you’ve described Agnes!
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Thank you!
Glad to read it.
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She sounds quite a character, though lonely.
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She was indeed.
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So intriguing! A keeper of secrets, it sounds sad that she was respected, not loved and honoured not cherished. What a fascinating character.
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Thank you!
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You are welcome 😊
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