January 1, 1915

As the sun rises, we pause to consider the memory of a son. Today marks the centennial of the man born John Henry. Because he lived we know more of who we are. We have our clock. We have our compass. We know our mother. We vow to keep them close. In times of trouble, memory holds us together and fortifies us. The white gleam of our bright star shall be cast.

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