Monday, March 9, 2015

MY VIEW #14 - LEARNING MEMORIES (You learn again what you remember)

THE RIVER

I come from haunts of coot and heron,
And make a sudden sally,
To sparkle out among the fern,
And bikker down the valley.
Of twenty hills I've hurried down,
Or slipped between the ridges,
Of twenty thorps I hurry down,
Those twenty thorps, a hundred towns,
And half a hundred bridges,
Then on and on and on I go, to join the mighty river,
For men may come, and men may go,
But I go on for ever.

Anon.

Letty did not know the author of this lovely little poem, and neither do I , so if any reader recognizes it, please let me know so I can give the author credit.

She included in this "View", the words of several old songs her father and mother sang to her. Rather than write those words here, her comments on the songs shall suffice:

My Mother sang us fun songs and lullabies, my Dad sang us funny songs. Good memories. We lost them young, they were wonderful people, and I miss them.

Letty Evans. Sept 19, 2006

My Grandmother died in her sixties of septecemia from a botched surgery. My Grandfather died in his early seventies of a heart attack. Really not early for the 1940s, but I think Letty's comments indicate just how long ago it was since she had seen them.