Accepted At Last

The Florida Historical Society's main office is located in the old Post Office in Cocoa Village, Cocoa, Florida.   I remember going into the post office with my grandmother as a child.  It is a big impressive building. 

My mother donated some old photographs of the Cocoa and Eau Gallie area.  They asked her to write about her life as she remembered it which they published.  She was a Roesch afterall.  Now my family history was beginning to intrigue me.  Inside the front entrance of the FHS hangs a plaque with my mother's name engraved upon it.  My sisters and I were happy to make this happen for her to leave a lasting memory of her existence to the history of this area.

When I became interested in genealogy, every March while in Florida visiting, I spent time in this formidable building asking questions, sharing information and researching my Roesch history.  Every visit starting with the first visit frustrated me to no end.  Sometimes, I hate to admit, it really made my blood boil and my hair would stand on end.  I never felt welcomed and was made to feel intellectually inferior when it came to my family history.  Seems they thought they knew more than I did, especially when they told me I was pronouncing my family name Roesch incorrectly.  If you were to ask my husband he would tell you I embarrassed him on more than one occasion, most likely half-a-dozen times.  I just couldn't help myself, this was important to me.  Assuredly they weren't looking forward to my visit every March, but they were always gracious and I tried, I really tried to be polite. 

It was in March of 2008 that I stopped in for a last visit prior to my book, "Forever Laced" being completed for publication.  Two very important things happened.  First, Ben DiBiase, the Educational Resources Coordinator brought out a file box from the archives. He untied the cover and to my surprise lifted out correspondence my grandfather had written in 1932. The letters were found in the Roesch House in Eau Gallie that the FHS now owns and is part of the Rossetter Museum.  These letters along with responses were very important to see.  It put my grandfather's, William Philip's, life story into perspective for it showed how hard he was trying to find work during the depression.   

Then the man who always seemed to me to be a know-it-all, who refused to believe how to pronounce my family name walked in.  He sat at the table with us and asked in the softest voice I had ever heard him speak, "What was the relationship between your grandfather, and John McAllister?" I had uncovered his name and the relationship while researching the history of the Roesch family and felt quite satisfied to tell him, John was my grandfather's uncle.  This was a question, he as a genealogist hadn't been able to uncover.

The following year I returned with books in hand and donated two for their library. This time I was made to feel truly welcomed and treated with respect.  I was surrounded by those I had spoken with for so many years asking me, of all people, questions about the Roesch family and how it related to the history of Eau Gallie.  Finally, I felt accepted as one of their own.  I'm home at last.  And by the way, he now pronounces the name correctly, Ray-shh.

As a final note, my great grandfather, William Russell Roesch was the founder of the newspaper named the Eau Gallie Record.  I was able to convince his grandson, my uncle Clyde, that the collection of newspapers, some over 100 years old now in his custody, should be donated to the Florida Historical Society for safe keeping before they completely disintegrate. 

Ben DiBiase accepted these newspapers , 'Eau Gallie Record', 'Melbourne Times' and the 'Cocoa Tribune' stating in his letter written August 14, 2012, "Again, I want to thank you for making this donation possible,  these papers will be of great use to researchers in the future.  In fact, I have already received research requests from people who are interested in the history of Eau Gallie and would like to see these newspapers. He graciously included two CD's with digitally scanned copies of the newspapers, one for me, and one for my uncle.  Now we can enjoy these for a lifetime.

The Radio & Edgar Allen Poe

It was 1972 we were living in Concord, New Hampshire.  I was a housewife raising four children the youngest only twelve months old.  I loved listening to the radio as I went about doing the things that a young wife and mother do around the house.  No time to sit and watch TV but the radio was always on.

Being a lover of books, especially old books, something being announced on the radio caught my attention .  Someone was selling five books containing ten volumes about Edgar Allen Poe.  The asking price was $25, a rather hefty sum for us at the time where every nickel counted, but I couldn't resist.

I made the call to the woman who was selling them and told her I would be by later that day to purchase them.  That afternoon I collected my treasure and brought them home. 

Later that evening, after the children were bathed and put to bed, I sat down with my new purchase  and examined them with great care.  Some of the pages had never been slit apart so you couldn't see what was written in between.   Whomever owned these books not only loved Poe but loved poetry in general.  It was also clear that he loved distinguished American Literati.  A chapter in the book gives information about many authors that includes a sample of their handwriting.

The book had every story and poem that Poe had ever written.  To my surprise, inside each book were many newspaper clippings mostly about Poe but some of other poets as well who all mention Poe in one way or another.  One clipping read: "Author of 'Curfew Must Not Ring Tonight' Dies; aged 89", (1939) Rose Hartwick Thorpe, victim of heart attack. 

The oldest newspaper clipping I found was dated 1918.  "Hard Work Wins", Sir Fredrick Taves, a noted British Surgeon, said that hard work counts far more than brilliancy.  Brilliancy, like genius, is an accident.  It is born, not made. The world would be a dull, flat plane intellectually if it did not throw up brilliant people.  Hard work would never have given us Shakespeare, Beethoven, Keat, Heine, Poe, of Shelley. Woe to them who expect brilliancy alone to give them the success that is worthy and enduring.

Poe was a struggling writer whos works were rejected again and again but he worked hard and persevered.  In 1933 an article "Poe in an Informal Mood" stated, Poe was very far from being the stark, solemn, unsmiling figure that so many picture him.  he could even laugh at himself.  When he had won the hundred dollar prize in 1833, and Mr. Latrobe, one of the committee of award, asked the unknown young writer what else he had for publication, he replied that "he was engaged on a voyage to the moon".  He then apologized for his excitability, which he laughed at himself.

All that I find, all that I see, all that read, not only puts Poe into a previously unknown perspective for me, but also gave me information on all the other brilliant writers of that time.  I'm so glad I was listening to the radio that day.

Hey, Good Buddy

I'm taking you back to the early 1970's, the days of disco, flared pants, floral shirts, black and white television and the CB Radio. 

We owned a green station wagon with beautiful blonde wood adorning both sides of the car.  It was a pretty big car; they don't make them like that any more.  Seats belts hadn't yet been invented and our kids could climb over the seats and settle into the back with pillows and blankets. 

Once when returning home from an over-night trip my five children, I only have four but am counting my husband here, when a camping ground was spotted with a stream running through it.  I was begged by all to p-l-e-a-s-e stop and camp there.  Being outnumbered what is a mother to do but to say yes. 

My three girls and I huddled way in the back of that green station wagon where the full moon kept me awake all night.  My husband and son slept outside near the stream when a surprise visitor arrived, by the name of skunk, sniffing my son up and down. Horrified, my husband prayed his son would not move.  Whew, all's well than ends well, but it did get into our picnic basket.

Many of you already know I grew up traveling to Florida the first two weeks in July, when my father eared his annual two weeks vacation, to visit my maternal grandparents. We drove down route #1 reading all the South of the Border and Burma Shave signs.  But now married with four children we decided to drive down caravan style, with my parents in the lead.  Having done this for so many years, they knew the way like the back of their hand. 

To communicate we both installed CB radios prior to our departure.  Naturally we had to have names, we were called Green Dragon for our green station wagon, and they were Yellow Bird because they drove a yellow Mercury.  It worked great and we certainly got the hang of  of CB's quickly. 

There were always truckers on the road, it seemed like every other vehicle was an eighteen-wheeler.  And, every one of them had a CB. Sometimes we would get stuck between two of these trucks meaning you were in the cradle.  You always knew when there was a sheriff down the road because they would announce, "Hey good buddy, County Mountie spied just past exit 82".  Or, hey good buddy, Smokey (state police) up ahead giving out gifts ( tickets).  Then once in awhile you would hear a female voice break in attempting to entice a trucker to her stop. Oh my!  We heard a trucker respond and she replied, " Too late, you've already gone by me".  Happy my children were too young to understand.

The CB radio was used for emergencies like a potty stop, flat tire, potty stop, to get gasoline, or a potty stop. What can I say we had four kids and potty stops were important. Mom slept most of the way so dad kept driving despite the fact it was way past lunchtime.  It was only when we saw my mother's head pop up off the pillow that rested against the window that we would stop to eat.  No wonder dad wouldn't stop for lunch, he was trying to make up time.  Thank goodness we had a cooler on the back seat floor with cold drinks and a few snacks to tide us over.

The CB radio of its day made a rather long drive a fun one. Those days are long gone, filed away in history leaving me with wonderful memories that become more precious as time goes by.

Rev John Lothrop



My 9th Great Grandfather

Rev. John Lothrop, my 9^th great grandfather was born in England in 1854 to a prestigious family.  He was educated at Oxford and then Cambridge University. Upon graduation he was ordained a Deacon in the Church of England.

Years later his views began to shift toward Protestant views. During the 17^th Century it was crime to practice anything but the Church of England. This put himself at odds with the King on the topic of religious freedom.  This put Lothrop subject to severe punishment.

He was arrested and imprisoned in 1632 under terrible conditions and treatment. Two years later he was released on the condition he remove himself to the New World. He set sail on the Griffin along with 30 of his followers, arriving in Boston in 1634.

During the voyage, while at evening devotions, the Reverend Lothrop spilled hot candle wax on the open book which burned through several pages, causing holes about the size of a shilling.  Before landing, he carefully repaired most of the damaged paper and filled in the missing text from memory. A few of the holes in the pages remain."  The Bible is on display at the Sturgis Library in Barnstable, MA

Christmas Past

Kathryn Smith Lockhard

I can’t help but get a little sentimental over the Christmas' of yesterday.  It brings back the memories of being a child excited about all the bright presents under the tree with my name on them.  Bright colorful paper and bows that just delighted my eyes and tickled me down to my toes.

It was a great time, Christmas Eve gathering together with all my aunts, uncles, siblings and parents, too.  Cousins, there were many, and we filled the room as we sat on the floor with legs folded.  The gifts were passed out by the oldest of children who could read and be the most responsible not to drop perhaps a breakable gift.

When it came time to open the presents we had to wait our turn for tradition dictated the order was from the youngest child to the oldest adult.

At the end of the evening my parents would load the car with all the loot my sisters and I received. On the ride home we watched the skies for Santa and his reindeer.  Almost always we just knew we saw him.

Christmas morning the number one rule was to run to my mother and get her out of bed. She wanted to be part of watching her children’s delighted faces when we spied our gifts located beneath our stockings.  We could always count on finding an onion in our stockings.  It meant we had to try harder to be good during the next year.

I had turned 13-years-old, that September and it would be the last year I believed in Santa. Sad that childhood years end so quickly.  But that final Christmas when I believed, I told my mother I wanted tangerine lipstick.  She told me I was too young for lipstick.  But come Christmas morning in my stocking guess what I found?  You guessed it, tangerine lipstick.  I exclaimed to my mother, “ See, Santa thinks I’m old enough.”

Accidental Amputation

As it was written in the Middleboro Gazette newspaper:
Loses part of three fingers in sawing mishap 9/20/1912

Carl Z Pierce

Carl Zachariah Pierce, my great grandfather, was born in 1872.   He was a handsome young man who played baseball on the Middleboro, MA town league.  In 1897 at the age of 25 he married 16 year old, Mary Catherine Wilbur just before Christmas.   Six weeks later, on February 2nd, she gave birth to their daughter, my grandmother, Mary Ann.

According to divorce records, the marriage ended in April 1909 due to gross and confirmed habits of intoxication that began on or about December 1, 1898. 

This addiction held on tightly for the rest of his life, causing many confrontations with police and acquaintances.  It also caused him to not only lose his job in his father's hardware store but also caused him many health problems. 

In 1912, Carl was earning money by sawing blocks of ice out of the Carver pond in Bridgewater.  The pond sat at the bottom of hill surrounded by trees and accessible only by a path from the road.   One day while Carl was sawing out a block of ice he accidently amputated part of three fingers.

Carl Z. Pierce died on July 29, 1927 at the age of 55 of a root canal pharysurgical abscess, myocarditis acute while incarcerated at the Bridgewater State Hospital for alcoholism. Myocarditis is an inflammatory disease of the heart muscle (myocardium).  He died from inflammation of the heart muscle caused by an infection, namely his abscessed tooth.

He is buried at Hillside Cemetery, Auburn Street, Bridgewater, MA. He has no marker but was told he rests to the right of his daughter, Mary Ann.

Sisters Cora and Grace



Cora Ella Pierce

Cora Ella Pierce was born in Middleboro in 1866. She was the second-born child of Thomas Warren Pierce and Mary Ann Besse.  Cora played the piano and became a teacher of singing. 

On June 6, 1888 at the age of 22 she married Eben Algar Richmond.  They rented an apartment that her parents owned located just behind their house.  They had one child, a son, Lysandra born on Nov 17, 1892.  For the next 23 years you catch a glimpse of her teaching others to sing.

When Thomas Warren Pierce died, Eben took over managing his father-in-law's business, the Pierce Hardware Store.  Family folklore tells us that Eben became despondent over Thomas' death.  Eben committed suicide on January 11, 1911. 

From this date on we see her very active in her music.  She put on chamber concerts that were reported as being highly pleasing.  Cora moved her studio to the Pierce Co. building where she arranged four concerts.  She put together a series of chamber concerts and sold season tickets.  At one time she conducted a summer concert series in Cotuit, Massachusetts.  In Yarmouth, MA, she had a quartet perform.  She entered the NE Conservatory of Music.  She was offered and accepted a position from a girl’s college in Maryland.   In 1913, she was enjoying teaching at Acadia College, in Nova Scotia.

Grace Gordon Pierce

Her sister, Grace Gordon Pierce, the fifth and last child was born in 1884.    Just as all her siblings before her, she too became involved in the world of music.  She was a vocal teacher and also played piano.  Grace became the Supervisor of Music for the State of Massachusetts.

 Grace was engaged to marry to a Mr. George Howard Ristine of Philadelphia, PA, who worked in a financial firm with his brother.

 A big affair was held at Cushing Hall were sixty women were in attendance. A barn dance was held in a most unusual celebration where half the women dressed in men's attire.  The symbolic pumpkin with burlesque and vines with an engagement ring attached on each leaf.  The bride occupied the first inside leaf.  For whatever the reason, the wedding never took place and Grace remained single for the rest of her life.

Grace went to work with her father in the hardware store and became very involved in the business.  Grace was the only woman at the NE Hardware Convention Association meeting.  From time-to-time she would sing at these conventions. Grace became the son Thomas needed.  His one and only son, Carl, an alcoholic, was unable to fulfill that roll. 

 Being financially able, like the rest of her siblings, she bought herself a roadster.  When her father died in 1910, she was the executor of her father's will.  As sole owner of the Pierce Hardware Store she sold it in January of 1913, but she returned to work there in May of that same year.

One entire summer she sang at the church in Marion, MA. She was a soloist at the Brockton Women's Club. Grace sang at the Bridgewater High School graduation in June of 1914. 

The pictures of the girls you may note are very similar.  The pictures were part of the advertising to promote a Minstrel Show the sisters produced together.

Pierce Line



Arodi Peirce, 4th great grandfather

My grandmother was a Pierce, born in Middleboro, MA.  The family name has quite the military history.  Just about every cemetery in the area has a Pierce/Peirce gravestone in it.  The most surprising was the Pierce Cemetery, hidden in the middle of the woods.  Not many people know it is there.  I was in awe of it.  You have to walk through someone's back yard to find a small path that eventually led to a clearing with a iron fence encircling the graveyard.
 

There was always a mystery about my grandmother's birth, so the name Pierce always left me curious.  For the longest time I thought any other spelling of the name such as Peirce, the E before the I, or any other configuration was not in my family tree.  But soon discovered that was not the case at all.  I found stones of parents and their children spelled both ways. The spelling was interchangeable. 

Arodi's brother, Eliphalet Pierce

 There are many stories, the good the bad and the ugly, about the Pierce family.  They married into the families of Wilber, Hoar, Ryder, and Jones to name a few.  It was the wife of Captain Eli Pierce, Fidelia Ryder, that connects me to most, not all, ancestors who came over on the Mayflower.  It was their son, Thomas who produced a line of children and grandchildren who made history in  music, particularly the violin; concert singers and  actors.  Out of all the names on my family tree, the Pierce line has been the most fascinating to research and learn for there were surprises around every corner. I have found so many Pierce gravestones I lost count long ago.

Abraham Pierce (1600 - 1673)  Arrived on the ship Anne in 1623

Isaac Pierce (1661 - 1731) 

Thomas Pierce (1679 - 1754)

Thomas Pierce (1715 - 1785)

Arodie Peirce (1750 - 1825)

Captain Eli Pierce (1796 - 1871)

Thomas Warren Pierce (1842 - 1910)
 

Carl Zachariah Pierce (1872 - 1927)

Mary Ann Pierce (1898 - 1982) my grandmother

Robert Frank lin Smith (1923 - 2008)  Dad

Kathryn Marie Smith

My Mayflower Passenger Ancestors

How I descend from eleven proven ancestors.  I joined the Mayflower Society under Myles Standish.  It was the society who proved the lineage for me to the others. So nice to meet you cousins.  Have a very happy Thanksgiving.

(1)Captain Myles Standish (1584 - 1656) is my 10th great grandfather

Alexander Standish (1627 - 1702)

Ebenezer Standish (1672 - 1755)

Moses Standish Lieutenant (1701 - 1769)

Rebecca Standish (1732 - 1769)

Rebecca Weston (1752 - 1832)

Nathaniel Rider (1779 - 1857)

Fidelia Rider (1808 - 1875)

Thomas Warren Pierce (1842 - 1910)

Carl Zachariah Pierce (1872 - 1927)

Mary Ann Pierce (1898 - 1982)

Robert Franklin Smith (1923 - 2008)

Kathryn Marie Smith

 

 

(2)John Alden (1599 - 1687) is my 10th great grandfather

Sarah Alden (1629 - 1674)

Ebenezer Standish (1672 - 1755)

Moses Standish Lieutenant (1701 - 1769)

Rebecca Standish (1732 - 1769)

Rebecca Weston (1752 - 1832)

Nathaniel Rider (1779 - 1857)

Fidelia Rider (1808 - 1875)

Tomas Warren Pierce (1842 - 1910)

Carl Zachariah Pierce (1872 - 1927)

Mary Ann Pierce (1898 - 1982)

Daughter of Carl Zachariah

Robert Franklin Smith (1923 - 2008)

Kathryn Marie Smith

 

 

(3)George Soule (1590 - 1679) is my 10th great grandfather

John Soule (1632 - 1707)

Rachel Soule (1663 - 1727)

Rachel Cobb (1702 - 1769)

Rebecca Standish (1732 - 1769)

Rebecca Weston (1752 - 1832)

Nathaniel Rider (1779 - 1857)

Fidelia Rider (1808 - 1875)

Thomas Warren Pierce (1842 - 1910)

Carl Zachariah Pierce (1872 - 1927)

Mary Ann Pierce (1898 - 1982)

Robert Franklin Smith (1923 - 2008)

Kathryn Marie Smith

 

 

(4)James Chilton (1563 - 1620) is my 10th great grandfather

Mary Chilton (1607 - 1679)

Susanna Winslow (1630 - 1685)

James Latham (1659 - 1738)

Anne Latham (1693 - 1770)

Elizabeth Wade (1731 - 1764)

Lydia Harden (1752 - 1815)

Nabby Benson (1790 - 1837)

Franklin H Jones (1827 - 1892)

Laura Eunice Jones (1864 - 1943)

Malcolm Leroy Smith (1898 - 1953)

Robert Franklin Smith (1923 - 2008)

Kathryn Marie Smith

 

 

(5)William Brewster (1566 - 1644) is my 10th great grandfather

Patience Brewster (1600 - 1634)

Mercy Prence (1631 - 1711)

John Freeman (1651 - 1721)

John Freeman (1678 - 1787)

Hannah Freeman (1742 - 1817)

Jemima Caswell (1762 - 1828)

Captain Eli Pierce (1796 - 1871)

Thomas Warren Pierce (1842 - 1910)

Carl Zachariah Pierce (1872 - 1927)

Mary Ann Pierce (1898 - 1982)

Robert Franklin Smith (1923 - 2008)

Kathryn Marie Smith

 

 

(6)John Howland (1592 - 1672) is my 10th great grandfather

Hope Howland (1629 - 1684)

Ruth Chipman (1663 - 1698)

Abel Crocker Deacon (1695 - 1781)

Rebecca Crocker (1719 - 1798)

Silas Dunham (1749 - 1815)

Patience (Patia) Dunham (1780 - 1840)

Fidelia Rider (1808 - 1875)

Thomas Warren Pierce (1842 - 1910)

Carl Zachariah Pierce (1872 - 1927)

Mary Ann Pierce (1898 - 1982)

Robert Franklin Smith (1923 - 2008)

Kathryn Marie Smith

 

 

(7)Francis Cooke (1583 - 1663) is my 8th great grandfather

Mary Cooke (1626 - 1714)

Thomas Tomson (1664 - 1742)

Ebenezer Tomson (1726 - 1813)

Mary Tomson (1757 - 1846)

Erastus Hayward (1790 - 1844)

Eunice Soule Hayward (1829 - 1911)

Laura Eunice Jones (1864 - 1943)

Malcolm Leroy Smith (1898 - 1953)

Robert Franklin Smith (1923 - 2008)

Kathryn Marie Smith

 

 

(8) Edward Doty (1598 - 1655) is my 8th great grandfather

Joseph Doty 1651- 1732
 

Ellis Doty (1677 - 1709)

Edward Doty (1705 - 1729)

Elizabeth Doty (1739 - 1740)

Robert Besse (1771 - 1845)

Robert Besse Jr (1804 - 1866)

Mary Ann Besse (1845 - 1919)

Carl Zachariah Pierce (1872 - 1927)

Mary Ann Pierce (1898 - 1982)

Robert Franklin Smith (1923 - 2008)

Kathryn Marie Smith

 

 

(9)Stephen Hopkins (1581 - 1644) is my 10th great grandfather

Damaris Hopkins (1627 - 1669)

Daughter of Stephen

Mary Cooke (1658 - 1712)

Lydia Rickard (1679 - 1736)

Jonathan Tilson Lieut (1715 - 1795)

Mary Tilson (1755 - 1813)

Patience (Patia) Dunham (1780 - 1840)

Fidelia Rider (1808 - 1875)

Thomas Warren Pierce (1842 - 1910)

Carl Zachariah Pierce (1872 - 1927)

Mary Ann Pierce (1898 - 1982)

Robert Franklin Smith (1923 - 2008)

Kathryn Marie Smith

(10) Richard Warren (1580 - 1628) my10th great grandfather

Your 10th great grandfather

Mary Warren (1610 - 1683)
 

Joseph Bartlett (1639 - 1712)
 

Hannah Bartlett (1675 - 1754)
 

Mary Sylvester (1697 - 1757)
 

Elisha Rider (1748 - 1827)
 

Nathaniel Ryder (1779 - 1857)
 

Fidelia Rider (1808 - 1875)
 

Nathaniel Ryder (1779 - 1857)
 

Fidelia Rider (1808 - 1875)
 

Thomas Warren Pierce (1842 - 1910)
 

Carl Zachariah Pierce (1872 - 1927)
 

Mary Ann Pierce (1898 - 1982)

Robert Franklin Smith (1923 - 2008)
 

Kathryn Marie Smith

(11) WILLIAM WHITE (1622-1673) 11th Great Grandfather

Resolved White 1615-1687

Samuel White Sr 1646-1722

Penelope White 1687-1738

Susannah Crapo 1707-1757

Chaumont DeMoranville 1764-1851

Mary DeMoranville 1796-1881

Joseph B Wilbur 1832-1895

Joseph P Wilber 1860-1886

Mary Catheren  Wilber 1881-1960

Mary Ann Pierce 1898-1982

Robert Franklin Smith 1923-2008

Kathryn Marie Smith 1944

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Silver Lining

Eleanor Roosevelt once said, “Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, and today is a gift; that’s why they call it the present”

Time doesn’t stand still; it is forever evolving, changing, whether we want it to or not.  At times it is hard to let go and accept the changes that will inevitably come but accept we must.  What choice do we have?  It is called life after all.

It is important to take advantage of the gifts that come our way, especially the simple things, like a girls' get-away weekend, a family outing, birthday party, wedding, vacation or any other numerous gatherings of celebration with kin and friends that might or might not come again. 

Sadly, those precious opportunities that we pass on will be lost forever by any number of means.  It could be something as simple as moving away, the birth of a child, or as emotional as a death.  Some gifts only present themselves once.  These are the things that memories are made of.  These are the remarkable and sometimes mundane stories we leave behind for our descendants.  It’s not just a matter of what you leave behind; it's more of appreciating the joys as we go through life.  Take the time, as that old proverb tells us, "Smell the roses along the way". This becomes the history of your life. 

The day will come when you will look back upon your life.  You will not measure it by accomplishments, financial or otherwise, but by the memories that you captured and the love that you have shared with others.

So don’t ignore those gifts you are given each day wrapped up with that invisible silver lining.  Recognize it when you see it and seize the opportunity to create the everlasting memory that you will treasure for a lifetime.  One that may never come your way again.

(Picture, road to Eau Gallie, Florida)