Monday, December 29, 2014
One hundred years ago my grandmother made a trip
From Chicago to Phoenix,
Never to see her grandparents again.
About the same time my grandfather, her husband,
Made the trip on a train.
Although he was from Chicago,
he had been orphaned in Tenneessee.
He, too, would never see his grandparents again.
Thirty years later my father would move with his father
To LA and later to Phoenix
His mother had passed away
And they had moved to start over.
I am not sure Dad ever saw his grandparents again.
That is how Phoenix went from being a Native American desert
To the thriving metro of Caucasion and Hispanic residents.
People left their families and moved forward.
Some for health,
Others because they were sent,
And last came those for business and employment.
Those people established new schools, new churches, new ways of life.
My father constantly reminded me
how important it was to stay in Phoenix.
I am not sure he did that with any of my sibs.
He was determined I would stay.
He figured most of them would leave.
And yet I left.
I married into the Army.
We saw the world
Almost every year we would see the grandparents
Unlike the past,
We availed ourselves to the yearly vacation home.
Those ties are tight.
We left the Army and traveled "home".
Beautiful, but no longer a fit.
We moved back to our favorite fort.
Beautiful, employment, it even fit.
Happily we lived there
And made two trips a year to see our parents, sibs and later our children.
Now WE have grandchildren.
We decided we were not taking the path of our grandparents.
We want to be close to our grandchildren
Instead of staying away, we moved closer.
We looked around.
Still don't really know how we settled on a state we have never even entered.
Well. We did step foot here, in the military base on our way to Germany
Many many years ago.
So here we are, moving forward.