I came across this note I made some years back about my family's connection with the Civil War.
At a family reunion, I was told that the following are wonderful studies of my family's involvement with the Civil War, as well as the Scottish, Irish influence:
I'm moving to Durham in a week, I found a new home for my cat, and torrential rains are coming down. I miss her, the way she sat on the window sill and watched the bluebirds, the way she nuzzled me, comforted me when I was afraid, scrapped her food out of her bowl one by one with her paw, knocked my hand, causing me to spill the water, when I put down her water dish. Her sweet meows, her huge green eyes, soft fur, soft paws, playfulness...A gorgeous animal, a calico.
She's hissing at her new owner, refusing to come out from hiding behind the curtain. Hearing this was like getting news of my five year old mis-behaving at school. How out of character. Something is bothering her. Like maybe feeling abandoned.
Today's quotation was by Thoreau and my mind was drawn to it. Thoreau's advice to us is to: "Make the most of your regrets; never smother your sorrow, but tend it and cherish it till it comes to have a separate and integral interest. TO REGRET DEEPLY IS TO LIVE AFRESH."
Yes, I have found myself regretting that I ever moved to Tarboro. The painful memories of the library, the flood, the neighborhood, expecting things to change and knowing they never will. Everyone's related. The clubbiness, my disappointment over the church.
Yes, I am doing the right thing by moving on. Moving on. Changing. Looking forward to living afresh!
What is there to look forward to in Durham? Living near two great universities, for one thing. Three, actually, as people tend to forget about NC Central. I went to a concert there last Sunday that was sensational. Jason soloed from Carman.
Tomorrow I'm having a moving sale. These things are usually disappointing as so few people come. Then they don't want to give a decent price. So I decided not to part with my cherished pieces. I probably will keep the fondue dish I bought in Switzerland, even though I can't remember the last time I used it. I do remember using it in Christiansburg, where I lived in the mid 70's. It's so pretty! Why would I want to give it away? After all, I carried it all the way from Switzerland, it Virginia, Alaska, Tennessee, Georgia, and North Carolina. I will try to baptize it again. Maybe have Franklin Golden and family over to dip veggie slices. Now that's an idea!