Overlapping Journeys

For each person there’s a journey, and each journey includes technological changes. Think back. Already early cell phones look ancient. Sure, the changes we witness appear linearly, but the human experience is more a mix, creating bonds between different journeys along the way.

My maternal grandfather and great grandfather in Brooklyn, NY. Circa 1915-20.

My maternal grandfather and great grandfather in Brooklyn, NY. Circa 1915-20.

Growing up in 60s and 70s I remember my maternal grandparents as bent old folks. Why did they dress or wear their hair as they did? Why were they so out of touch? Or so I thought. Sadly, my contact with them was minimal and they were both gone before I was far into my 20s, so it wasn’t until later I saw them in a clearer light. Sure, I understood history, yet I little understood their time, their early journey, which I knew was sometime around the Great Depression.

Imagine my surprise many years later when examining old photos I’d never seen before. Looking back over 100 years I see my grandfather working for Thomas Edison…

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About Ontyre Passages

Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.
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