This is my grandmother. I only met her a few times, but I remember how nice she was to my baby brother when she visited us after I had left home. Both brother and grandmother are now gone. But I remember them. It isn't much comfort, but it is all that one can do.
Today I sropped by the grand opening of the Inland Waterway Museum, a small volunteer-run museum in a historic hundred-year old building that used to be a town hall. It was charming and well-appointed and very, very interesting, It is an attempt to remember the past, and to honor it. That's a good thing.