It is a blizzard of white blossoms from a fence row of wild cherry trees. My line of vision is directly into that breeze toward Jacksonville Church on a ridge about a mile away. Today and countless times over the years, me and my ancestors have used the Churches steeple as a reference point to guide the front of the tractor or horses and corn planter in a straight line. Hopefully by August those corn rows will be seven feet tall or taller. Like those individual kernels that I plant on this day in May, we are sowing the seeds of a new organization.
History becomes very personal when something brings life's memories rushing back.
We can see some of life's images when we close our eyes for a brief period. Perhaps the unforgettable image of father or grandfather with straw hat walking behind a team and corn planter using a reference point on the horizon to guide them and pull those rows straight and true. As we begin the Lynn Township Historical Society we are hoping there will be something for everyone. The mere mention of a historical society will cause some to moan and cry dry as graham crackers. But it can and must be something more as we start the new Millennium.