Because it's the area where my mother was born, and some of my uncles and aunts lived out all, or parts, of their lives, I sometimes go to the website of a small Missouri town: Eagleville.com. I attended school there for around three years, and sometimes I'll see a familiar name mentioned.
The lady who maintains the website asks for old pictures from her readers, which she posts on the website and challenges folks to figure out who the picture is. I enjoy seeing the photos, and once in awhile I'll see someone I used to know as a child. For instance, Eagleville had two grocery and dry-goods stores, and I saw a picture of the two proprietors of both, together, in their younger days.
I recently submitted a school picture of second-and-third grade kids that included me; someone my age quickly answered that quiz and named every single kid in the picture! I only knew first names of three or four of them.
Then I decided to send a picture of my grandma, taken before 1960.
Grandma was well-known by everyone, back then. She quilted constantly, and charged a ridiculously small sum for the quilts she sold... so of course she sold many. I remember how many people greeted her, and stopped to chat, on the sidewalks and in the stores of Eagleville.
When she died, the attendence at her funeral was huge!
But now, some forty years after her death, nobody remembers her. Some people even printed off the picture and took it to meetings with them, trying to figure it out.
Finally, after a hint that included her Church affiliation and her youngest son's first name, someone guessed her last name.
How quickly we are forgotten. It reminds me of a Bible verse I recently read:
"All flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of grass. The grass withereth, and the flower thereof falleth away." I Peter 1:24
Followed by this statement, in verse 25:
"But the word of the Lord endureth forever."