My grandmother
Winifred Ellen Reynolds, seated far right, front row.
Peace Celebrations, Parkers Piece, Cambridge, 19th July 1919
The
fact is that we live only in communion, not only with our
present,
but with the past and future as well. We are haunted by a whole
poetry of living,
by lullabies half-remembered and sounds of train whistles in the
night
and the scent of lavender in a summer garden. We are haunted by
grief, too, and fear,
and images of childhood terror and the macabre dissolution of
age.
Nathaniel
West
LIFE GOES ON
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