History, there it is, etched in the lines on my father's face. Living through the Great Depression, leaving home at 14, hitching rides on boxcars, marrying, joining the military, raising a family of four children, being away from his family in places like Saudi Arabia and Vietnam, owning his own business, retirement, watching his grandchildren grow and have children of their own, outliving his brother and sisters. From dirt floors to beautiful homes covered in tile, from no phone to cell phones and computers, from no radio to satellite TVs, from outdoor "plumbing" to homes with three bathrooms and "running" water...
His generation has seen so much and been through so much. They are living history and we owe them so much more than we can ever repay.
