I Give Thanks

I Give Thanks

On a fairly consistent basis, momma say’s it’s important to remember the things for which we should be thankful.  My great grand father, my momma’s father’s father, was a very blessed individual.  He was a kind and gentle man who was loving and nurturing to everyone he met. I’d like to tell you a story about him. My great grand father came to America as a little boy who picked fruit and vegetables.  As a little boy he made money for his family.  That’s how things worked then, my momma tells me.  His name was Bardamano, Bard for short.  Bard came to the US from Mexico, a little boy who was left abandoned, frightened and outside of the foster system…. there wasn’t a foster system for him to go through. Bard grew up working for a living, not going to school, or making little friends.  When we was in his late teens the owner of a mill, in the town where he lived, took a liking to his work ethic, and asked him to come work for him.  Unbelievably, this was a hard decision for Bard.  Leaving his family and all that he knew was not what he was raised to do or believe in; but, according to my grandfather, he did it because he wanted to give his family a chance at a good life.  So, Bard left his family and went to work in the grain mill, where he quietly made his way up the ladder….not in a large way, but small incremental ways that provided him and his growing family with enough to live on. Bard...

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