March 3, 2001

even the weariest river

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My Grandmother, Madelon Harkenrider, passed away on March 1, 2001.  This is a photo of her house in Fort Wayne, Indiana.

The first house that I remember living in, is to right of this house.  We lived there until I entered the second grade.  My other Grandparents lived on the street behind this house.  I didn't know it at the time, but I was truly blessed to have Grandparents living a stone's throw apart.

What great times we had.

What a special lady she was.

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From too much love of living, 
From hope and fear set free, 
We thank with brief thanksgiving 
Whatever gods may be 
That no man lives for ever; 
That dead men rise up never; 
That even the weariest river 
Winds somewhere safe to sea.

- Algernon Charles Swinburne 

Stanza From "The Garden of Proserpine"

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