Showing posts with label Rockdale Reporter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rockdale Reporter. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 8, 2018
1930 :: Memories of Mother
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Monday, April 16, 2018
Sunday, November 19, 2017
The Memory becomes a Kaleidoscope
On Thanksgiving day
the memory becomes
a kaleidoscope,
and every minute
the scene changes.
You give
to the kaleidoscope of memory
a turn
and there they are,
natural as life,
around the country hearth
on a cold winter night.
I see that old Thanksgiving dinner.
Father at one end,
mother at the other end,
the children between . . .
Of the ten at that table,
all are gone save two --
some in village churchyard,
some in city cemetery --
but we shall sit with them yet
at a brighter banquet.
Rev. T. De Witt Talmage. (1832-1902)
Rockdale Reporter. (Rockdale, Tex.), Vol. 10, No. 42, Ed. 1 Thursday, November 19, 1903 Page: 8 of 10
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Friday, March 14, 2014
End of the Wilderness Road
All America lies at the end of the wilderness road,
and our past is not a dead past,
but still lives in us.
Our forefathers had civilization inside themselves,
the wild outside.
We live in the civilization they created,
but within us the wilderness still lingers.
What they dreamed, we live,
and what they lived, we dream.
T.K. Whipple (1890-1939) . . .
as quoted by Mike Brown in the Rockdale Reporter . . .
and as quoted by Larry McMurtry
in his epigraph to Lonesome Dove
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