Sunday, January 3, 2016

Coming to America

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I was watching a Ken Burns documentary tonight on the subject of Prohibition. Of course, any documentary of this kind includes a myriad of old photographs and archival film segments.

And as I viewed this particular video, a momentary bit of celluloid footage played which depicted a smiling young lady, dressed in black, and standing on the deck of a ship; as it passed close by the Statue of Liberty. While the segment was undated, I expect it dates to the late 19th century.

I cannot but watch a piece of film such as this without wondering. 

What was her name? From whence country did she hail? Why was she here? Where was she going? Whom did she marry? Did she produce children, and, subsequently, descendants? What did life ultimately offer her? Did she die happy, or did sadness and regret accompany her final days on the earth?

For we can be sure that Mary, (or Hilda, or Susanna, as the case may be) “bid us adieu” half a century hence, and whatever circumstances she would experience, whomever she would know, whatever pleasures she would realize have been experienced, known and realized, and no “redo’s” will be forthcoming.

I can only hope that this precious young lady experienced everything to which she was destined, achieved all that Providence planned, and impacted everyone whom God set in her pathway to impact.

She walks in and out of my consciousness, and fills my thoughts tonight.


By William McDonald, PhD. Excerpt from "(Mc)Donald's Daily Diary" Vol. 21. Copyright pending

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