Take Time to Smell the Roses Book of Poetry

Robert Richey

ISBN 10: 1403387532 / ISBN 13: 9781403387530

Editore: AuthorHouse, 2002

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• Titolo: Take Time to Smell the Roses Book of Poetry
• Editore: AuthorHouse
• Data di pubblicazione: 2002
• Lingua: Inglese
• ISBN 10: 1403387532
• ISBN 13: 9781403387530
• Rilegatura: HRD
• Condizione: New
• Peso: 461 grammi

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Take Time to Smell the Roses Book of Poetry Take Time to Smell the Roses Book of Poetry

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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