See Grandma, my eyes are really dark blue....not big brown ones like daddy

See Grandma, my eyes are really dark blue....not big brown ones like daddy

Ryan and friend

Ryan and friend
Mommy, Daddy, I'm saying Hi to Grandma?

This one is for you, Grandma!

Nathan

Nathan
soccer with determination and no airplane distractions

Thursday, May 15, 2014

Just a Child

Yesterday, Ryan and I were walking just outside the common of the village, The Sturbridge Village that is, facing the meeting house. Learning to be patient is a good quality for even a three-year-old who placed himself at the end of the line, waiting to use the water pump.

There was an abundance of school children all around, having arrived on bus from various states and towns in the area. Each group was properly attired as to the type and color of their clothing, so as not to lose anyone. Everyone seemed to have a guide of some kind, whether it be a teacher or parent.

The historical information available is beneficial to all who wisely understand, that with very little years prior, and as hard as life was in those days, with adherence to the laws at hand at that time, moral values, and a love for God and neighbor, endurance was possible. Nothing was taken for granted. Everything and everyone was appreciated.

On the side of the meeting house is the cemetery, having many infant graves. If nothing else, it places a value on life and all living things are given a new perspective. One just needs to go there to learn, that is, if they are open to its message. Life is a gift.

A group of three girls passed in front of us on that dirt road. I overheard one say to the others, "lets go and see the church." I'm not good at guessing their age, but they were around eight. One seemed to be a little older, but not wiser. I heard her distinctly say, "No, I'm not religious." That comment took me by surprise, but should it have, as it is reflective of many people today.

What exactly do those words imply and, coming from a child? It says to me that she is not open to learn the values of what made this nation great, the love of God and Country. I'm sure she is just repeating what she has heard, possibly at home. It was not enough to just believe in God and the presence of this meeting house (church) made that clear. Worship was a strong part of the lives of the New England settlers.

I can clearly see the past all around here in the Village, with its many offerings of wisdom for those wise enough to see.

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