Take Time to Smell the Roses Book of Poetry - Brossura

Richey, Robert

Brossura

ISBN 10: 1403344728 ISBN 13: 9781403344724

Casa editrice: AuthorHouse, 2002

Riassunto

It happened a long, long time ago, about three years before the onset of the so called, 'Great Depression.' I was only eight years of age; my sister was six and my brother was only four. On this particular Sunday at noon we sat down to the table at dinner as we always did. It was a Sunday like so many others. We always had dinner together after attending the morning church service at Robert Avenue Methodist.We were all conversing as families did at that time. After finishing dinner our mother said to our father, 'Bob I don't feel well and would like to go to bed for a little while.' So, they retired to their bedroom in the front of the house. Us three children were told to play in the back room and try to be quiet.But we were boisterous and full of life and kept making noise. Several times our father came back and asked us to be a little quieter. I began to notice how concerned he looked. From what I could hear he kept trying to get the doctor but he didn't come and he didn't come.Finally along about dusk there was a knock at the door and the doctor hurried in. He was in the front room for the longest time and as dark began to fall there was a bustle and we heard his footsteps as he left and the front door closed behind him.Our father then came into the room. I have never seen anyone with such an ashen face as he did. He then told us, 'I'm sorry but your mother is gone.' It took a moment or two for me to grasp what he was telling us. Then he took us into the front room where our mother lay. She was so pale and oh so still. My heart sank like a stone.There were two small mounds under the blanket at the foot of the bed. Our father told us they were the bodies of twins that had just been born and had just died also. All of a sudden all the joy in my life went out and my childhood ended. My beloved mother was gone and nothing would ever bring her back. There was no sleep in that household the rest of the night as friends and family members came by to express their condo

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A problem with any literary effort of this sort is the question of, 'Where does one begin?' On my fathers side I am a fourth generation American. The limited information available indicates my grandfather, as a young man, emigrated from Ireland during the potato famine. He and two brothers then settled in the southern state of Georgia. Apparently he then immigrated to a rural farming community located in northwestern Alabama.When my father was a young adult the parents, his two older brothers and a younger sister progressively immigrated to Mississippi, then into Louisiana and finally settled in a small farming community east of Bryan, Texas. At that time it was considered the frontier.A world away a young man grew up in Oslo, Norway. As an adult he captained a ship that plied between Norwegian ports and various ports of call along the eastern seaboard and along the Gulf Coast.He retired from the sea and settled in Algiers, a small seaport town across the river from the city of New Orleans. There he married my grandmother and my mother Magdalena, an only child, was born. My grandfather captained a number of river vessels on the Mississippi before finally retiring from the water.The family then moved to the same farming community where my father's family had located. My grandfather ran his own dairy.My mother and my father met and were married in a small non-denominational church at a small crossroads called Steep Hollow I was my father's first child and was born near the waning days of the so-called 'Great War to end all Wars.' My grandfather then died during the great flu epidemic that decimated nations worldwide.When I was on two or three the family moved to a town on the Gulf called Port Arthur. In a year or so the family moved a few miles north to the city of Beaumont. This city fronts on a river with a 40-foot channel to the sea.My sister was born two years after I was and my brother was born two years later. When I was only eight years old our mother suddenly

Dettagli dell'edizione

• Editore: AuthorHouse
• Data di pubblicazione: 2002
• Lingua: Inglese
• ISBN 10: 1403344728
• ISBN 13: 9781403344724
• Rilegatura: Copertina flessibile
• Numero di pagine: 144
• Contatto del produttore: non disponibile
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