How little we save of our history past or present
A few jots here and there left to memory’s interpretation
Disjointed thoughts perspectives often misconstrued to suit
Every life lost is a history in itself never to be recovered
No matter how much we try most of history dies with us
Sometimes revived but always incomplete and lacking
Death is like pulling the shade on a universe of bright stars
Hidden from view forever as new stars shine and twinkle
Before burning out becoming ashes of history left in time’s hearth
Still, we go on creating our own chosen narratives of history
Remembering the good as the bad memories exfoliate away
A feel-good history that we claim to be fact even when it in doubt
Written sometimes hundreds of years later from fossil memories left behind
Knowing that most of real history disappears with us when we go
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Photo of Heidelburg Castle: Dwight L. Roth
Below is the Fictional Biography of my grandfather, Christian Roth. I wanted to preserve the stories I heard about him for the next generation. A few years ago, I took what little facts I had about his life and embellished them into a biography of stories. An example of my personal historical narrative. It is available to read on Amazon Kindle, along with my other books.