It was the first day of census,
and all through the land
each pollster was ready ...
a black book in hand.
He mounted his horse for a long dusty ride,
his book and some quills were tucked close by his side.
A long winding ride down a road barely there,
toward the smell of fresh bread wafting,
up through the air.
The woman was tired,
with lines on her face
and wisps of brown hair
she tucked back into place.
She gave him some water...
As they sat at the table and
she answered his questions
the best she was able.
He asked her of children.
Yes, she had quite a few
-- the oldest was twenty,
the youngest not two.
She held up a toddler
with cheeks round and red;
his sister, she whispered,
was napping in bed.
She noted each person
who lived there with pride,
and she felt the faint stirrings
of the wee one inside.
He noted the sex, the color, the age...
the marks from the quill
soon filled up the page.
At the number of children,
she nodded her head and
saw her lips quiver for
the three that were dead.
The places of birth she "never forgot"
was it Kansas? or Utah?
or Oregon ... or not?
They came from Scotland,
of that she was clear,
but she wasn't quite sure
just how long they'd been here.
They spoke of employment,
of schooling and such,
they could read some ...
and write some ...
though really not much.
When the questions were answered,
his job there was done
so he mounted his horse
and he rode toward the sun.
We can almost imagine
his voice loud and clear,
"May God bless you all
for another ten years."
Now picture a time warp ...
its' now you and me
as we search for the people
on our family tree.
We squint at the census
and scroll down so slow
as we search for that entry
from long, long ago.
Could they only imagine
on that long ago day
that the entries they made
would effect us this way?
If they knew, would they wonder
at the yearning we feel and
the searching that makes them
so increasingly real.
We can hear if we listen --
the words they impart
through their blood in our veins and
their voice in our heart.
--- Author unknown.
