Sadly the world, the people and all things are no longer the way they used to be. Our once thriving town of Ward is no longer there. But for those of us who lived any part o f our lives, up that winding road, between those beautiful mountains, we won’t forget our days at Ward. We will always remember…
Many times I’ve thought about what I would give to go back home to Ward as it used to be, just one more time. If only I could. If only I could….
Since my life began there, I’ve chosen to bury my mother’s ashes with mine in the Ward Cemetery, as it seems a part of me never left Ward and I always called it my home.
It seems our growing up under harsh conditions made us very strong people with know-how and good values.