Old 43 Is Gone But Not Forgotten
My brother and I have recently begun to step up our efforts to archive our family history on a website we created a few years ago. When we first began to work on the family site there was an energy and momentum surrounding its newness that helped us to get quite a bit done in a short amount of time. We located boxes and boxes of pictures, gathered information on our family tree going back to great, great grandparents, transferred old super 8 videos to DVD and moved with a rapid pace to get everything electronically archived. Our goal centered on eventually being able to simply update pictures, births, weddings and other big family happenings as they occurred in real time.
Our energy quickly waned and uploads to the website slowed to a snail’s pace. This past weekend I pulled out the several remaining boxes of family history in my possession and found a rejuvenated interest in archiving. I hope the energy will remain into the new year. There is plenty of work yet to be done.
In honor of this massive family project I share this reflection written by my younger brother upon the discovery of the picture posted above.
I still remember when she was new. The deep polished black finish that glistened in the morning sun. That huge cushioned banana seat.
Yes, I speak of Old 43. With everything that dies something new and wonderful is born. Old 43 might be gone now, but is definitely not forgotten. The metal that once forged that of a bike may now in all possibilities be part of an “Apache Gunship”! Remember, like poof, everything has its moment in time and then for whatever reason has to move on. So I ask that whenever the thoughts and memories of old 43 have you at the brink of an emotional breakdown, consider that maybe what used to be old 43, is now reborn and fighting for the freedom of mankind bringing forth the dawning of a new era.
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