"Along time ago when the earth was free". Lyrics from the Irish Rovers a long time ago. I am a victim of melancholia. I weep quiet frequently for the past...I am a melancholic. It plagues me daily, slows me down and stops what little ambition I have cold.

My dear Mother Rebecca, in her later years, told me not to get upset over the things past and to move on and forget them. She often said "I was like that at one time but it does you no good."

I try to take that attitude but the melancholia keeps winning.