Remembering Annabelle

A few thoughts: Sunday morning December 15, 2024. 

I heard this song the other day while watching the series Hell On Wheels. It reminded me of the connection I feel for the past, and the depths of my family roots. Hell On Wheels tells the story of the construction of the Transcontinental Railroad following the Great Civil War. Our nation's growing pains called us West at the cost of many lives, and ways of life. 

Not many years prior my ancestors labored on the Miami and Erie Canal. Before the Iron Horse there were wooden canal boats pulled by flesh and blood horses. They traveled by water course not by rail. 60 to 70 feet wide, and six feet deep, many immigrants traversed, and like that mighty railroad to come, I can only imagine the sweat, blood and tears it took to clear a wilderness for the cause of progress and Manifest Destiny.

 Today,  some may call it a myth of the Western world, but I see a past we must not forget or fail to yield to the causes that blur our present ills. 

Annabel, a great Aunt on my Mother's side I hardly knew. I remember her face like my Grandma Beatrice. From out of the depths of the past they renew my quest to know where I come from, and perhaps where I am going to. Inevitably, to that sky above for sure, but what legacy will I pass on to those following in the wagon wheel trail that was my life?

God Bless!

Our Troubled Times, and the Call of Faith.

For all of you out there who take the time to find meaning in our troubled  times, I say, amen to you! Do not lose heart, and continue  your quest for peace, purpose, and something to believe in once again. 

And so...read on.

Thank you for stopping in to my den. 

D.A. Wittler

9/30/24

We can all pray to God to give us what we need to defend what was given through hardship, war and pain. But ultimately, it will be up to us to take our faith into the fire that is fast approaching. We must take up the banner of freedom, stand at post and cast out the evil upon our land, even unto death. For there is no bastion of freedom left to defend but that which the Lord our God has bestowed on us. There has never been nor ever will be anything  like the heart and soul of a true American.

And so I tell you, let not your hearts be troubled. Listen to what is being said to confound reason and common sense. Sift through the sands of deceit that some build falsely to win your devotion. Search your heart, mind, and soul to discover what is right and just. For there will be a time for reckoning when we as Americans will have the tools to repair what others have broken. So, give God your glory. Praise him for his blessings. Seek out his path in a new dawn of hope after the dark night of despair and longing. Know then that We shall overcome!

Amen

Memory Verse 2012

I pulled out a box of my writing this morning. On top of the pile of journals and sundry scraps of paper meant for inspiration, I found this little gem from 2012. Facing a marriage at it's end I toiled in silence; my forever friend. 

Untitled 

Heart of despair

Soul of yearning

Mind muttled in confusion. 

Silence calls

Offering opportunity 

Solitude answers

"Peace and patience my friend."

D.A. Wittler 12/16/2012

I wonder what else I will rediscover in this box of treasures. Though time passes and memory fades, the emotions remain as fresh as new fallen snow; prestine yet confined to a past I once lived. And I ask myself "Who was that younger man I once vaugley knew, and this older man Who persues a path of truth?"