Camden Cycle Riders is in charge of orders for Paving stones for a Memorial walk in Camden. I will probably never get to see this thing, but what a monument to the future. I applaud whoever thought of a memorial that would not rise up. I also like the idea that the stones will be arranged pretty randomly I imagine, so I have no idea who will be in my row or section.
One stone is for my Dad, and that goes without saying. He is my link to Camden and how i came to be there. Oddly enough he also linked a whole family of Delarm's who would never had come, if he had not married my Mother.
Speaking of Delarms, and I often do, George Delarm, the Mayor of Main Street and proprietor of the Corner House Tavern, is my other stone. He had no children of his own, but to my brother and I, he was a second Father. Do these stones say they were perfect, far from it, nor am I. They say we are part of the fabric for a time that made Camden what it is today. Those who came before us made a path, and those who come after will leave there mark on it for better or worse as they see fit. Camden is an eternal tapestry and no one family made her the Queen village. No man is an island, and no one stays forever. I miss Bill Yerdon, I miss Barb Reed, I miss Mr Parker my history teacher. I also honour the Oneida tribe who walked here when it was not even Scriba Patent yet.
So many and all of them shaped us in their time and way. I and my cousins are scattered to the winds now, but I am part of something bigger than my own short life. I am a community. I am Camden. I belong, even here in Scotland. Part of me is forever where my people live, loved and lie buried. Time flows on. Thanks Frank Bergin for all your help. You are part of what makes Camden great now.
Blessings
One stone is for my Dad, and that goes without saying. He is my link to Camden and how i came to be there. Oddly enough he also linked a whole family of Delarm's who would never had come, if he had not married my Mother.
Speaking of Delarms, and I often do, George Delarm, the Mayor of Main Street and proprietor of the Corner House Tavern, is my other stone. He had no children of his own, but to my brother and I, he was a second Father. Do these stones say they were perfect, far from it, nor am I. They say we are part of the fabric for a time that made Camden what it is today. Those who came before us made a path, and those who come after will leave there mark on it for better or worse as they see fit. Camden is an eternal tapestry and no one family made her the Queen village. No man is an island, and no one stays forever. I miss Bill Yerdon, I miss Barb Reed, I miss Mr Parker my history teacher. I also honour the Oneida tribe who walked here when it was not even Scriba Patent yet.
So many and all of them shaped us in their time and way. I and my cousins are scattered to the winds now, but I am part of something bigger than my own short life. I am a community. I am Camden. I belong, even here in Scotland. Part of me is forever where my people live, loved and lie buried. Time flows on. Thanks Frank Bergin for all your help. You are part of what makes Camden great now.
Blessings
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