This piece is dedicated to the members of our community, who walk among us, and yet feel invisible ever day; for those who are the most vulnerable, who have fallen on hard times; those who need extra support to get back on their feet. This piece is also dedicated to the kind souls of our community who lead by example, who lead with love to show other struggling souls that they matter, that they are human, and that they deserve to be treated with human dignity…for they are not forgotten.
This piece is dedicated to each of you, who have been left behind when a loved one is taken too soon from this earth. May their spirit always live on in your hearts.
Dedicated to my father, Grant Arendt, who has always encouraged his children to explore the land around our home and discover the past living beneath the soil. Through his stories, the Arendt family’s memories live on in each of us and now in his grandchildren.
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There are days
when the waves
come crashing between
the smoke and haze
and tomorrows fall back
to flashes of yesterday;
when photographs
captured life
in white and gray,
and children made
their way
outside to play.
Centuries passed
without ever looking back.
Worlds carried on…
homes held new memories
and crops grew strong
on land that years before
raised families with love.
Were the memories lost
once the people had gone?
Or are their stories
living still below the ground
that we walk upon?
Pieces of teacups,
plates, and pottery,
horse shoes, plows,
and tales of old
farm towns…
Once again come to light
to speak words of life,
of love, of dancing,
of laughing into the night.
The days may have floated by,
yet the soul of the family
is still deeply alive
in the photographs,
the memories,
the pieces of life
they left behind.
Photo courtesy of: The Alois and Martha Arendt Family (circa 1960)
Photo: Pieces of memories found in the fields where the Arendt family residence was previously located (circa 2023).
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