Heritage

My aim on Sunday is to use only the one word, letting my photo speak for itself. But I think this photo of the reproduction of a photo of my great-great-grandfather who was born in Derburg, Bavaria, Germany in 1841 deserves a bit of explanation.

His family moved to the U.S. in 1851 or 1852 to farm in Indiana. In March of 1863, he enrolled in Co. F-8 regiment Indiana Volunteer Cavalry, which was with General Sherman during the march through the South. Maybe that’s where I get my love of horses. At the end of the war, he returned to farming, eventually moving to Nebraska. He and his wife had ten children. He lived to age 73 and his wife to 74.

One Word Sunday: heritage

Weekly Photo Challenge: Heritage…a cuppa

Another hot, humid summer-in-spring day on tap for the Chicago area.  This morning I found that the spammers had been out in force on WordPress, depositing 84 comments in my spam folder and 3 that slipped through.  That’s a record!  Spammers, get a life.  Go outside or write a book or something useful.

Today’s WordPress Photo Challenge theme is: “Heritage.”

When I backpacked around Europe for almost a year in the mid-seventies, I stayed in a number of B&B’s in Ireland, England, and Scotland, all with marvelous breakfasts, complete with wake-up cups of tea.  However, I was not at all used to tea and tea so strong it could probably have stood without a cup or pot.  Diluted half and half with milk, I could drink it, but by the time I returned to England prior to returning home, I was drinking it straight, just as I do today.  Having a cup (or pot) of tea on the patio in France on a cool morning is a tradition I’m looking forward to enjoying again soon, but a cuppa anytime, anywhere, unadulterated is an inherited heritage I treasure.