Vanity of vanities …

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Vanity of vanities,” sayeth the preacher, “all is vanity!
Habel habilem!

Vanity is one of many words we use that has lost its original meaning.  The original meaning was closer to emptiness, from one Hebrew word meaning wind or emptiness. “Emptiness upon emptiness, says the collector of words. All is emptiness.” is a somewhat better, but still flawed translation …

The phrase went through my mind this morning as I read a little bit of my Japanese cousin’s life growing up in the slums of Tokyo after the war. The daily struggle with starvation, the eating crickets and wild birds, the lack of fuel and warmth. I once listened to a Taos Indian talking of survival on the reservation during hard times, and it was hardly different than Marianne’s account of life in the slums. And to many of my adopted people, Jews, who struggled during the hideous times in Europe in the last Century, that was their story too.

I think of the civilizations that rose and fell, devastated by wars, famines and pestilences, of lives lived in misery as slaves in salt mines and plantations, and the struggles of my own family as “Okies” in the years after the war.

We are born in blood. And we die when we bleed out at the end of life. In between we struggle to rise to the fullest potential that we have if we can. If we win, we die. If we lose, we die. And few of us will have our names written in the history books. We die forgotten.

Odd it is that so many of us, me included, try to restore what we remember of our families with genealogies. And for why? Still, my family is pouring over forgotten photos and historical press clippings. That a great grandfather was a grocer is a revelation. Some of my family were slave owners in the Carolinas. Others were clergy, and yet others were titled “the foolish” for their poor stewardship of wealth. So now I know what my fathers family did as far back as 1657.

Why do I draw comfort from that?

My cousin from Japan is soon coming to visit her grandparents grave, and she wishes to tell them that she is home now. That is important to her. And I draw satisfaction from that as well. I desire to share that moment with her if my health will just hold out a bit.

Yeah. Home.


9 thoughts on “Vanity of vanities …

    littlewhip said:
    July 23, 2018 at 8:34 am

    If only I knew where home was.

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      Rusty Armor responded:
      July 23, 2018 at 12:22 pm



      Rusty Armor responded:
      July 23, 2018 at 12:27 pm

      I have a lot of poetic metaphors … and not one of them contains truth … I dunno.


    rivergirl1211 said:
    July 23, 2018 at 12:19 pm

    I don’t know why climbing your family tree is so fascinating… but it is. I’ve never known anyone who dabbled in genealogy that didn’t become addicted. Me included!

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    Catherine said:
    July 30, 2018 at 6:37 am

    I know that we got here by way of the Mayflower. Before that, I know nothing and probably never will.


      Rusty Armor responded:
      July 30, 2018 at 10:15 am

      Actually I think there are some exhaustive genealogies done on the Mayflower immigrants …


        Catherine said:
        July 31, 2018 at 10:51 am

        My grandfather and father hired professional genealogists to trace our family roots, but no one has done a more thorough search than one of my cousins. She lives for this kind of stuff.


    A Perfectmindstorm said:
    July 30, 2018 at 10:08 am

    My brother and I traced our family back quite a ways. I learned some good, some bad, some ugly. But the one thing I learned that sticks in my mind the most is that I am one big MUTT. LOLOL 🙂


      Rusty Armor responded:
      July 30, 2018 at 10:14 am

      LOL! Yeah … my lineage was pretty pure until Dad married into mom’s German/Irish side of the family … they were a pretty indiscriminate lot …


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