The Importance of Records (Census)

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It Was The First Day Of Census

It was the first day of census, and all through the land each pollster was ready ... a black book in hand. He mounted his horse  for a long dusty ride, his book and some quills were tucked close by  his side. A long winding ride down a road barely there, toward the  smell of fresh bread wafting, up through the air.

The woman was tired, with lines on her face and wisps of brown hair  she tucked back into place. She gave him some water ... as they sat  at the table and she answered his questions ... the best she was  able. He asked her of children. Yes, she had quite a few -- the  oldest was twenty, the youngest not two.

She held up a toddler with cheeks round and red; his sister, she  whispered, was napping in bed. She noted each person who lived there  with pride, and she felt the faint stirrings of the wee one inside.  He noted the sex, the color, the age...the marks from the quill soon  filled up the page.

At the number of children, she nodded her head and saw her lips  quiver for the three that were dead. The places of birth she "never  forgot" was it Kansas? or Utah? or Oregon... or not? They came from  Scotland, of that she was clear, but she wasn't quite sure just how  long they'd been here.

They spoke of employment, of schooling and such, they could read  some ... and write some ... though really  not much. When the  questions were answered, his job there was done so he mounted his  horse and he rode toward the  sun. We can almost imagine his voice  loud and clear, "May God bless you all for another ten years."

Now picture a time warp ... its' now you and me as we search for the  people on our family tree. We squint at the census and scroll down  so slow as we search for that entry from long, long ago. Could they  only imagine on that long ago day that the entries they made would  effect us this way?

If they knew would they wonder at the yearning we feel and the  searching that makes them so increasingly  real. We can hear if we  listen the words they impart through their blood in our veins and  their voice in our heart. 


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