Writing for my
great,great,great grandchildren.
By G.W.S.Ware. April,30,1939.
From my present time, and my four great grand-children, it will require for them time
enough to come to maturity, and then time for an unborned generation to come into action,
and still more time to bring them into maturity, to bring the generation for whom I am
writing.
My descendants, whom I have before my mind as the special ones as readers, will be
living their lives as men and women, as I have and am, about i90 years from now. That time
will be some where about the year A.D. 2089. By that time my grave stone will have grown
several crops of moss, unless some friendly descendant keeps it brighten up. My forbears,
that far back, I do not know on what Continent of the earth holds their dust. They sent
nothing this way, I got; hence complete oblivion, is the lot of their memory with me. I
find a longing in me that if they had sent a word on to my time on earth, it would make me
thankful, for their kind interest.
I have a lot of curiosity about you, impossible to gratify. I wonder, if any of you
will have my surname: Ware; though, descendants of my daughters will be as near kin, as
those with a Ware name. I also wonder, if any of you with a Ware name will be Missionary
Baptist. Now, the prospects are, that there will not be a one. My first born son, married
a good Methodist lady. He died in middle life, leaving her two little boys and a
girl–all grown now. They followed their good mother into her church. One son is
single, the other son married a Catholic lady, and they have two sons, and no Baptist
prospects about either of them. I have only two other grand-sons, with the Ware name, and
they are being nurtured in the Presbyterian Church. If I could go forward to you my fifth
generation, I would look around, and see if I could find any Missionary Baptist; but if
none, and all of you children of God, what a joy it would be.
