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Showing posts with label sod. Show all posts

Saturday, March 19, 2016

Good-night, good-night



Warm summer sun,
shine kindly here;
Warm southern wind,
blow softly here;
Green sod above,
lie light, lie light-
Good-night, dear heart,
good-night, good-night.


These lines were adapted from a poem by Robert Richardson . . . the original can be found in a little book published in 1893 . . . Willow and Wattle . . .



On this date in our extended collateral family history . . . the 19th day of March . . . in the year 1872 . . . Olivea Susan "Susy" Clemens was born in Elmira, New York . . . 




Susy was a daughter of Samuel Clemens . . . who wrote under the pen name Mark Twain . . . and this Susy is a 4th cousin once removed to Josephine Wingfield Henry nee Davis (1842-1899) . . . who is a 2nd great-grandma to the Keeper of this family history blog . . .


According to a letter written by Miss Daisy Warner, Susy Clemens enjoyed strawberries and ice cream and ladyfingers at her 15th birthday party on the 19th of March in 1887 . . . following Susy's death at the age of 24, her father had the words at the top of this page engraved on her tombstone . . .




Monday, April 7, 2014

Willow and Wattle



Warm summer sun,
shine kindly here;
Warm southern wind,
blow softly here;
Green sod above,
lie light, lie light-
Good-night, dear heart,
good-night, good-night.


These lines, often attributed to Mark Twain, were actually adapted from an original poem by Robert Richardson. The original was found in a little book published in 1893, Willow and Wattle.



Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Carved in Stone



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Lay the green sod o'er me
carve my name in stone
lay the green sod o'er me
the soldier has come home.

Barry Sadler (1940-1989)
American Singer, Soldier and Songwriter




Human memory

is a marvelous
but fallacious instrument.
The memories

which lie within us
are not carved in stone;
not only

do they tend to become erased
as the years go by,
but often they change,
or even increase

by incorporating extraneous features.

Primo Levi (1919-1987)
Italian Author, Writer and Chemist




Carve not upon a stone

when I am dead,
The praises which

remorseful mourners give;
To women's graves -

a tardy recompense,
But speak them while I live.

Elizabeth Akers Allen




Just because it's carved in stone

does NOT mean it's true!