Some wise man said that history is written by the victors. It is
equally as true that history is written by those who take the time
to scratch out their thoughts on paper, and then save the paper.
One of my prized possessions is my grandfather's journal. He
died during the Great Influenza epidemic in 1919. Family lore
is a bit cloudy as to whether it was the flu or some other malady
that took him away. My dad was only six years old at the time
and never knew the answer.
Cultural Offering regularly dips into his treasure trove, the
journal of his great grandfather, D. C.Richards. His post today
is a classic. Written in 1931, perhaps we are confronted with
When one twists and turns over these hills seeing the
hidden hollows and little valleys one thinks how big the
whole earth must be. "Hard times" and the "panic" is
absorbing everyone. We are afraid of the banks and the
bankers are afraid of us.
Do go read it.