I have the greatest mother on earth. I can't call her a "little mother," for she's five feet six inches tall, and weighs just exactly what she ought to according to the table of weights. If she were a trifle less active she might put on too much flesh, but she'll never keep still long enough for that. I always enjoy having her along on any kind of an outing, for she's game for just anything, and awfully good company, too. In fact, she seems more like a vigorous girl than anything I can compare her with. And I think her sons are mighty lucky chaps--especially just now that the war game's on.
Showing posts with label Grace S. Richmond. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Grace S. Richmond. Show all posts
On Christmas Day In The Morning / Grace S. Richmond
And all the angels in heaven do sing,
On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day;
And all the bells on earth do ring,
On Christmas Day in the morning.--OLD SONG.
That Christmas Day virtually began a whole year beforehand, with a red-hot letter written by Guy Fernald to his younger sister, Nan, who had been married to Samuel Burnett just two and one-half years. The letter was read aloud by Mrs. Burnett to her husband at the breakfast table, the second day after Christmas. From start to finish it was upon one subject, and it read as follows:
On Christmas Day In The Evening / Grace S. Richmond
All the Fernald family go back to the old home for Christmas, now, every year. Last Christmas was the third on which Oliver and Edson, Ralph and Guy, Carolyn and Nan, were all at the familiar fireside, as they used to be in the days before they were married. The wives and husbands and children go too--when other family claims can be compromised with--and no one of them, down to Carolyn's youngest baby, who was not a year old last Christmas, has sustained a particle of harm from the snowy journey to North Estabrook, tucked away though it is among the hills, where the drifts are deep.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
Popular Posts
-
CHAPTER XXXIV In civilian clothes I felt a masquerader. I had been in uniform a long time and I missed the feeling of being held by ...
-
To spring poem is addressed to the spring season. The poet calls upon the season to visit his land. He fervently appeals to the season t... -
CHAPTER X In the ward at the field hospital they told me a visitor was coming to see me in the afternoon. It was a hot day and there...
-
In addition to the Six Basic Fears, there is another evil by which people suffer. It constitutes a rich soil in which the seeds of failure...
-
Title: The Little Prince Author: Antoine de Saint-Exupéry Subjects: Children; Fiction; Fantasy It is story of a little boy who l... -
CHAPTER XVIII In October, 1896, I entered the Cambridge School for Young Ladies, to be prepared for Radcliffe. When I was a litt...
-
The poem is addressed to Wordsworth's younger sister, Dorothy Wordsworth. He urged her to come out into the open lap of nature. She ... -
2 Black Dog Appears and Disappears IT was not very long after this that there occurred the first of the mysterious events that rid ...
-
On a fair Saturday afternoon in November Penrod's little old dog Duke returned to the ways of his youth and had trouble with a str...
-
Once upon a time two poor Woodcutters were making their way home through a great pine-forest. It was winter, and a night of bitter cold....
