This song groans forward, and leaves you sitting at a dark pub, counting every mistake and regret in the cracks of the wooden stools and bar tables. A haunting waltz that takes from you and gives nothing back. Enjoy!
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Don’t worry up your mind. People are sick and mean sometimes. Don’t worry up your mind. They’re only words.
- Ryan Adams
A few months ago I took on the task of copying my Great Great Grandmother’s Journal onto a word file so that it could be preserved and shared with my whole family. It was written on a typewriter near the end of her life and the ink was starting to fade away. Quite a task it was, but absolutely worth it. She was born on July 15th 1883. Here’s an excerpt I especially liked about her and my Great Great Grandfathers relationship and marriage.
“After the Helper Engine was taken away from Uintah Tom went to work at Evanston as fireman and later engineer between Ogden and Evanston and Green River, Wyoming. I was very lonely when he left, as he could only come to see me about once a month, and then had to walk from Peterson Station or Strawberry side-track, which was a long walk – several miles – and I never knew just when to expect him, only as the engineer would whistle the signal, I would go part-way to meet him there.
After about 1 ½ years on the ranch where I was very unhappy and lonesome he persuaded me that we could both be very happy if married and were always together, so on Thanksgiving Day, Nov. 2, 1900, we were married and went to Evanston, Wyoming, on our honeymoon.”