History or Yesterday?

A brief thought about time.

I just turned 33 on December 22.

My Grandpa John died when I was four; yesterday he would have been 112. I wish I had known him better, or could remember more about him. I have very vague memories of sitting on his lap in his chair at my grandparents house after church. In my memory he smells faintly of tobacco.

Even as a historian, it constantly amazes me that “history” wasn’t that long ago.

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