Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. -- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Building man made lakes displaces a lot of folks and it would probably be an impossibility with todays red tape. I like the stump stone.
ReplyDeleteI heard there used to be a SouthField here that became the Quabin Resevior. I heard some horror stories of losing the multi-generational fasmily farm...
ReplyDeleteI like the tree trunk one- Gee I hope they didn't miss any!
Cliff -- Red tape...are you kidding? Aren't we a country of declaration of imminent domain?
ReplyDeleteSnaggle Tooth -- Did you enlarge the stump enough to see the leaf embossed on the top. Plus, did you notice the one with the hand and the finger pointing up. I often wonder if they really move the remains or just relocate the headstones.
Yes - The Trail of Tears. So sad - many were relocated from north Georgia.
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