When I was a wee girl, my favorite book was "Alice In Wonderland" and it's sister story, "Through The Looking Glass". I never tired of hearing about Alice, her kitten Dinah and the White Rabbit, though that Cheshire Cat freaked me out a little. I pulled my old copies out yesterday and was thumbing through them when I noticed that parts of the prologue to "Through The Looking Glass" could easily be applied to family history. Being of Irish descent, I love verse, and wanted to share this:
A tale begun in other days;
When summer suns were glowing--
A simple chime, that served in time
The rhythm of our rowing--
Whose echoes live in memory yet,
Though envious years would say "forget".
And though the shadow of a sigh
May tremble through the story,
For "happy summer days" gone by,
And vanish'd summer glory--
It shall not touch with breath of bale,
The pleasance of our
Apologies to Lewis Carroll for liberties in the last sentence, and W. B. Yeats for using his line for a title .