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Once Forgotten

Invercargill New Zealand 1905 still life now ageing suspended on a brick wall no names of value... polished up the frame glitters soon in meltdown for its gold. © Harry J Horsman 2019

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Anisha Dutta

Date: 10/4/2019 1:59:00 AM

Brief message yet well penned. Blessing

Caycay Jennings

Date: 7/26/2019 9:26:00 PM

You slammed it! I love it ... CayCay

Vijay Pandit

Date: 7/24/2019 7:36:00 AM

A powerful write, Harry..message well delivered in just a few words!

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 7/23/2019 7:07:00 PM

wow, in so few words, such a deep message.

Winged Warrior

Date: 7/21/2019 11:03:00 PM

Well crafted my friend...enjoyed it, Harry...sending poetic frames of gold...^WW^ :o)

Vegter Papyrus

Date: 7/21/2019 8:37:00 AM

The amazing thing may be looking back and finding out you've touched more people along the way than you imagined. Golden memories will not tarnish. Executed well!

Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 7/21/2019 3:07:00 AM

No name of value ..... soon in melt down for its gold - sad that people and their memory fade and within a couple of generations are gone and forgotten - the returning men that fought in a world war brought an end to the era of prohibition! Knew nothing of this historical era, thank-you for the informative write. Hugs and blessings Jennifer.

Mandy Tams The Golden Girl

Date: 7/21/2019 2:19:00 AM

The return of the fighting men from the second WW soon put an end to the dry spot. love it xx

Mark Toney

Date: 7/20/2019 11:32:00 PM

Nicely done, Harry. Another example of "...for the memory of them is forgotten." -Ecclesiastes 9:5 ~Mark

Silent One

Date: 7/20/2019 8:19:00 AM

Deep thoughts Harry..

Joseph May

Date: 7/19/2019 3:24:00 PM

An intriguing write Harry, best wishes...

Arturo Michael

Date: 7/19/2019 9:40:00 AM

Up to 1905 in this southern city, you had to seek out the keggers at hiding spots to get a glass of beer...

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 7/19/2019 9:20:00 AM

The things of the past that seemed so permanent are forgotten within a generation or two.

Sara Kendrick

Date: 7/19/2019 6:59:00 AM

Interesting work. That was a long time ago. Thanks for dropping by my page. Sara