(Note: a graphic depicting a ribbon encircling the page has been deleted to simplify the scanned page. It’s too bad because Delores gave us a wonderful Christmas issue)

VOLUME 3. N0. 4 ‑ DECEMBER 1998

Your tombstone stands among the rest - neglected and alone. The name and date are chiseled out on polished, marbled stone. It reaches out to all who care; it is too late to mourn. You did not know that I exist; you died and I was born.

Yet each of us are cells of you: in flesh, in blood and in bone. Our blood contracts and beats a heart entirely not our own, Dear Ancestor, the place you filled one hundred years ago spreads out among the ones you left who would have loved you so.

I wonder if you lived and loved.

I wonder if you knew

That someday I would find this spot and come to visit you.

Author Unknown

Have A

BLESSED CHRISTMAS

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Delores Schwartz * 1000 Butler Ave. * Lincoln, NE 68521*402‑435‑3636

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