Their arrival was a private and personal one. With their babies and two mules, they began their arduous task of loving and farming and living in the deep, deep woods known as the Aux Arcs.
Daily glances at this photograph bring humbled awe as I marvel at all that has come from beginnings so modest and so full of life adversities.
And wonder. It was 1917 and none of the technologies, comforts and community associations we now enjoy, were known, imagined or available.
The inspired labors of the pioneers and their bright youth glowing vibrant and vigorous across the reverent hearts and memories of descendants in a different century.