We remember the family of my Great-Grandparents, Charles Jennings and Mary Grist Jennings, and the frigid night their world caught on fire -- one hundred years ago this weekend.
Two in a Valley
by Frederic Brush
(from Songs of the Susquehanna)
We toiled for years together by the streams
That wear and shift the glittering sands of gain.
I called him friend, thinking I knew him, well --
His pleasure and his pain.
So like the variant seasons we passed on
Through vales of gloom and radiant avatars;
Wed, buried, quarreled, fell and rose again
With the abiding scars.
Till, in one hour of flame-lit flood and fear,
Where chance and choice and destiny had part,
I broke through all that I had known to feel,
The red bands of his heart.
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