In third grade, in a missionary kid school on the other side of the globe, My friend Sara and I discovered We had distant relatives Who had been enemies— Or at least opponents.
She had the advantage—Abraham Lincoln touched her line. My great-grandmother had been something like Second-cousin-once-removed To the opposition.
I remember my awe at Sara’s brush with greatness, Yet I wondered: How could she be related to Lincoln, Since her family was from Washington State?
I was little concerned over my notorious ancestor. My teachers read more interesting stories: Great inventors like George Washington Carver Who made a whole feast out of peanuts, And dreamers like Martin Luther King, Jr., Whose name I knew before Martin Luther’s.
It was much more interesting that Sara and I were friends While our distant relatives had fought, And that somehow the Davis nose Passed to my great-grandmother And to my mother.
Relations are sometimes relative.
(No form today–I decided to throw caution to the wind and go with free verse. It was very freeing ☺. I hope you enjoy this trip down memory lane, along with some photos for reference. It’s so interesting to me how memories work. Will I be vilified for mine, or does friendship outweigh distant relations?)