My grandfather on my daddy’s side was born on July 29, 1898. His name was George Patton Morris. One week from today he would be 120 years old.
This is my grandfather with his mother, Margaret Antonio Moore Morris, in front of what I assume was their home in Walker County, Texas. My grandfather looks to be about 2 years old.
He was safe, had food to eat, a place to sleep…grew up working hard on a farm with his four sisters and five brothers in east Texas…
… his family farm was about 420 miles north of Brownsville, Texas where today, this moment, more than 1,400 migrant children remain in a Wal Mart converted to a prison facility for them.
I’m trying to imagine what their pictures will look like when they look back, if they have the chance to look back, on their childhood experiences in a department store detention facility.
The roulette wheel of life spins out of control. I hit a lucky number.
Stay tuned.
I'll Call It Like I See It 
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6 responses to “I just can’t let it go”
We love the old pictures of the old generation, Sheila, there’s so much nostalgia in it 🙂 Granny’s birthday is on a 13th, that’s Grandpaw’s Lucky number 😀 Pawkisses for a wonderful week ahead 🙂 💗
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Thanks so much, Granny!
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I feel blessed, too. Or just lucky.
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Yes…either one.
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I’m learning a lot these past few years about just how privledged I am. I hit a lucky number too.
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I feel you.
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