A tunnel used during the Civil War to assist runaways from the South. A monument to history, lost because when it began to crumble, those who do not give history much thought simple filled it in. And now it is no more. This tunnel was at the foothill of my childhood home.
We do not savor what we do not cherish. History can only be savored by remembrance. The past can only be celebrated by remembrance. In our lives, we will work to preserve that which we savor.
When I look at this picture, I wish my towns folk had had a little more respect for the past. Then they would have preserved this little treasure instead of blotting it out forever.
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