The Cardigan world lost a great lady tonight. Helen Jones was the granddaughter of the woman who brought the very first Cardigans to the United States in the 1930s. I never had the opportunity to meet her, but it would not be an exaggeration to say that it is thanks to her that a dog is on my feet right now. Every Cardigan in this country goes back to one of these first dogs, and Helen Jones continued her grandmother’s legacy.
And thus passes the beginning of this breed from living memory.
As far as I know, there is no living person who is still involved in the breed that saw it come to this country.
This is not a small thing and it is not an easy thing. Without the influence of those who have enough experience to tell us when we’re heading down the wrong path, without people who see the entirety of the picture, we put ourselves in danger of disregarding the lessons they learned themselves.
I think of the verse in the title, from Exodus 1, as one of the more chilling moments in the narrative. It introduces the story of what happens when events pass out of living memory, when lessons are lost. Remember it – you’ll find yourself muttering it when you watch the evening news. When we reject the influence of those who have gone before us, when we forget the great influencers, when we stop thinking of the whole picture, we do so at our own peril.
May there never be a time when our breed looks back and says “We forgot what we were taught.”