I thought long and hard about what to name my blog. I wanted it to be unique. While eating lunch with my wife Sandi at Ruby Tuesday’s, we hashed it out.
The “Shadows” refer to the subjects of these essays. Many of them are remembered only by name, and the info on their headstones. Some have stories passed down through their families, but those too will continue to fade over time.
We may hear these tales, and find old newspaper accounts, and subconsciously, or not we unfairly tend to pass judgement on these folks. Honestly, there is no legitimate way, to criticize the lives, and actions of those who lived 80-100 years ago. Hard times does not even begin to describe their existence. Justice was swift, and if it was not handed out in a timely manner, some people dealt it out themselves.
City, and County police forces were small in the more rural towns, and they tended to selectively enforce the law, depending on the circumstances. County Sheriff’s had the power back in the early part of the 20th century.
The point is, if someone should see an ancestor’s name in these stories. Please, don’t be offended. I assure you, there is no malice intended. There is no judgement here on the motivations of those that lived decades before.