Oh, how the years go by. It’s so satisfying to see some patterns repeat. I was going through some old photos and had been taking new ones, and noticed that I was looking at a groovy sequence.
This first picture is from 1970. My younger brother, my dad, my older brother, and me on the chair. (Yes, the one with bangs.” A Father & Sons campout.
Twenty-seven years later: My dad, me, with my two oldest sons, Taylor and Alex, at a Father & Sons campout.
Another twenty-seven years later – yesterday: Me, the same two sons, now with their sons at our impromptu Father & Sons campout. But my dad is now gone. (The other 3 sons and grandson couldn’t be there.)
Time is racing by. As we step into our next position in line, we furthur our heritage. L. Tom Pery said, “The practice of having traditions to keep us close to the great heritage which is ours to enjoy should be something every family should try to keep alive.” (link)
“And he shall plant in the hearts of the children the promises made to the fathers, and the hearts of the children shall turn to their fathers.” (link)
That’s it for today: Three pictures that mean the world to me.
