JOBE and REBECCA SCOTT's sons

SCOTT BROTHERS --  John_Charles_Zenas_Samuel_James (original)

1930 -- Los Angeles County, California, USA

[Photo Source:   Original photo image sent to me on 23Dec2010 by Charlie Pierce (Ancestry member "charliepierce46") direct descendant and Great-Grandson of Charles Edward Scott.  This is the ONLY photo of the brothers that survived the 'pages of time', and a SPECIAL THANK YOU goes to Cousin Charlie Pierce for sharing this photo!!!    Thank You, Charlie!! ]

Submitted by: Dorothy Hazel Tarr.

Photo Note:  I cropped the original photo, but did not alter it in any other way. This outdoor photo was taken about 1930 in Los Angeles County, CA, of five sons of JOBE W. SCOTT (born 22 Sep 1817 Ontario, Canada - died 8 Dec 1893 Kansas, USA)  and his wife REBECCA SCOTT.

My BEST GUESS of names, L-to-R 1-to-5, oldest-to-youngest sibling are:  

JOHN HENRY SCOTT (male, 1850-1945);

CHARLES EDWARD SCOTT (male, 1853-1932);

ZENAS GEORGE SCOTT (male, 18567-1935);

SAMUEL ENOS SCOTT (male, 1858-1951);

JAMES ALFRED SCOTT (male, 1864-1935).

  

Not pictured is the siblings' oldest brother Hyram/Hiram William Scott (born 1845), who passed away in 1910, and who although not in this photo – is NOT forgotten.]

Just a Note:  James Alfred Scott was my maternal first great grandfather and was the youngest of the ELEVEN children of this union.

Rebecca Scott (maiden name was also Scott) was born 5 Feb 1820 in Ontario, Canada; and she passed away about 1889 in Superior, McPherson, Kansas, USA.

Rebecca Scott had 11 kids in 21 years!!  Her first child was born when she was age 23 in 1843, and her eleventh child was born when she was age 44 in 1864. That's one childbirth about every two years for 21 years, WHEW! Great Gram Rebecca Scott was quite the "LADY" and "MOTHER"!

Below I have posted a cropped version of each of the five brothers and enlarged the photos.

JOHN HENRY SCOTT (male, 1850-1945)

CHARLES EDWARD SCOTT (male, 1853-1932)

ZENAS GEORGE SCOTT (male, 18567-1935)

SAMUEL ENOS SCOTT (male, 1858-1951)

JAMES ALFRED SCOTT (male, 1864-1935)

JUST a Note:       These folks are the reason I am here today writing this BLOG and posting these photos.  They endured hardships that I will never have to face, because they 'paved the way for me and my way of life'.    I THANK THEM with all my Heart! And, I am proud to share the same DNA with these my many Great Grandparents and Uncles.

JAMES ALFRED SCOTT & FAMILY

[Photo courtesy of:  Jeannette Scott (granddaughter of James Alfred Scott and daughter of Laurel Flynn Scott.]

This photo of the JAMES ALFRED SCOTT FAMILY was taken about 1915 in Oklahoma.  (L-to-R) Zara Harold Scott; James Alfred Scott (the father); Clarence Jennings Scott; James William Dunlap Scott; Gladys Iona Scott Dunlap; Mary Alice Dunlap Scott (2nd spouse and mother of JWD Scott); Laurel Flynn Scott; Mary Rebecca Elizabeth Scott Webster; Raymond Cyril Scott.

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James Alfred Scott (born 4 DEC 1864 in Ontario, Canada; died 29 JUL 1935 in Delano, Kern, California)

Submitted by: Dorothy Hazel Tarr

INTRODUCTION

James Alfred Scott is my Maternal First Great-Grandfather.  He was born into a large family and was the eleventh of eleven children born to his parents.  He was married twice and had six children by his first wife, and after her death and his remarriage, he had one more child.  During his lifetime, he moved about and saw some of this land.  He was born in Ontario, Canada, and at age 16 moved with his parents to the USA.  He lived in Kansas and Oklahoma, and then relocated to California where he remained for the rest of his life.  His occupations included farming with his parents, schoolmaster, merchant and shop owner, and then farm owner and manager in his later years.

As I learn more about our Family or learn of details that need changing, I will update this Story from time-to-time.  If you have any comments or thoughts to share, they will be welcomed in the spirit that they are offered.  You can email me at --  FamilyAlbum2010.Dorothy.Tarr@gmail.com .

A SHORT FAMILY HISTORY

James Alfred Scott's parents were Jobe W Scott (born 22 SEP 1817 Ontario, Canada; died at age 70 on 8 DEC 1893 in Kansas probably) and Rebecca Scott (maiden name was Scott) (born 5 FEB 1820 in Ontario, Canada; died 1889 in Kansas probably).

James Alfred Scott lived with his parents in the Delaware, Middlesex, Ontario, Canada, area until about 1880.

Then at age 16, James Alfred relocated with his parents to settle in Superior, McPherson, Kansas, USA, where they purchased land and farmed.  I have copies of some land deeds (courtesy of his granddaughter Jeannette Scott)  showing his parents sold their land in Ontario, Canada; so this relocation of the JOBE W SCOTT Family to McPherson County, Kansas, was meant to be permanent.

James Alfred Scott became a schoolmaster and taught school in McPherson County, Kansas.  While there, he met his first wife, Mary Grace Jennings, who was also a schoolteacher.

On 13 MAY 1891, in McPherson County, Kansas, James Alfred Scott married Mary Grace Jennings Scott (born 13 JUN 1872 Iowa; died at age 36 on 12 MAR 1908 Manchester County, Oklahoma).  They were married by Reverend Clark.  James Alfred Scott was protestant and a member of the Church of Christ.  He was 26 and she was 19.  Their Wedding Portrait is posted below in which Mary Grace Jennings Scott looks so young and lovely in her beautiful wedding dress, and James Alfred is looking so dapper.

[Photo courtesy of:  Jeannette Scott (granddaughter of James Alfred Scott and daughter of Laurel Flynn Scott.]

[WEDDING PORTRAIT of James Alfred Scott and Mary Grace Jennings Scott, 13 MAY 1891 Manchester County, Oklahoma.]

Some Lineage Details for Mary Grace Jennings Scott

Mary Grace Jennings Scott's parents were Nathan Brownfield Jennings (born 17 MAR 1845 in Masontown, Fayette, Pennsylvania; died 3 MAR 1932 in Canton, Kansas) and Elizabeth Jane Findley Jennings (born 11 APR 1847 in Armstrong County, Pennsylvania; died 17 AUG 1913 in Wauhee, Dallas, Iowa). 

Nathan Brownfield Jennings' father was Henry Jennings Junior (born 19 APR 1806 in German, Fayette, Pennsylvania; died 24 JUN 1890 in Dallas Center, Iowa).  Henry Jennings Junior's parents were Henry Jennings Senior (1765 NJ – 1827 PA) and Rhoda Leslie Jennings (1769 PA – 1852 PA).  SPECIAL NOTE:  The Henry Jennings Junior Family owned and operated a FERRY BOAT for a fee to patrons.  (Def: A ferryboat is a floatation type boat that could hold and transport people, animals, and cargo across a body of water when there was no bridge.)  It was located at Jennings Landing, German Township, Fayette County, Pennsylvania near Masontown, Pennsylvania.  All of Henry Jennings Junior's children were born there !!! You can GOOGLE these locations to learn more about the area in historical and in current times.  It is also interesting that the name JENNINGS appears in so many landmarks, parks, historical sites, and even in Today's phone book.  The surname Jennings (alt spelling Jennens) can be traced back to the United Kingdom to 'titled', noble men and women, and even royalty—so many surprises in our Family Lineage and History, so many stories !!!!

Nathan Brownfield Jennings' mother was Catharine Brownfield Jennings (born 19 APR 1816 in Smithfield, Pennsylvania; died 6 AUG 1894 in Dallas Center, Iowa).  Catharine Brownfield Jennings' parents were the Brownfields from Pennsylvania; I'm still researching them.

Elizabeth Jane Findley Jennings' father was Abel Findley Junior (born 16 MAY 1819 Westmoreland, Pennsylvania; died 14 MAR 1889 Iowa City, Wright, Iowa).  Abel's parents were Judge Abel Findley Senior (1771 PA – 1845 IN; a Circuit Court Judge in Pennsylvania) and Rebecca Courtney Findley (1774 PA -1839 IN).

Elizabeth Jane Findley Jennings' mother was Mary Jane Kerr Findley (born 2 JUN 1824 in Mahoning, Armstrong, Pennsylvania; died 18 APR 1900 in Iowa City, Wright, Iowa).  Mary Jane's parents were William H Kerr (1798 PA - 1866 PA) and Abigail Gallaher Kerr (1797 TN -1843 PA).

The six children of James Alfred Scott and Mary Grace Jennings Scott in birth sequence were: Gladys Iona Scott Dunlap (1892 KS – 1968 CA); Raymond Cyril Scott (1894 OK – 1961 CA); Laurel Flynn Scott (1896 OK – 1979 OR) {Jeannette Scott's father and my Maternal Grandfather}; Clarence Jennings Scott (1900 OK – 1943 CA); Zara Harold Scott (1904 OK – 1956 CA); and Mary Rebecca Elizabeth Scott Webster (1908 Ok – 1989 CA).

NOW back to James Alfred Scott and his Family

Sometime between 1891 and 1894, James Alfred Scott and his wife Mary Grace Jennings Scott owned and managed a store in McPherson County, Kansas.  About 1893, when the Cherokee Strip (in Indian Territory Oklahoma) opened up for new settlers, James Alfred Scott hired a man to "run and stake out" a parcel of land for him during the Oklahoma Land Run.  The parcel of land he obtained from the Oklahoma Land Run was located in Stella (Range 9), Woods County, Oklahoma Territory.  After obtaining this piece of land through the "Oklahoma RUN", James Alfred Scott's plan as a new landowner was to begin farming his "new" land.  Therefore, he sold his store in Kansas and left Kansas with his young family and moved onto his "new" land in Oklahoma Territory.  He was about age 30.  

By 1894, James Alfred Scott, his wife Mary Grace, and their young daughter Gladys Iona Scott Dunlap (1892-1968) had moved from McPherson County, Kansas, to Manchester County, Oklahoma, and were settled on their new farm.  James Alfred became a landowner and farmer and Mary Grace became a farmer's wife and kept house and family.  On 14 Jan 1894, Mary Grace gave birth to their second child Raymond Cyril Scott in Manchester County, Oklahoma.  While living and working on their farm, their family continued to grow with the addition of three more children: Laurel Flynn Scott (1896, my maternal grandfather), Clarence Jennings Scott (1900), and Zara Harold Scott (1904).

During 1904 and 1905, James Alfred Scott served as the Rosedale School Officer Treasurer.  The Rosedale School was located in the small town of Rosedale, Manchester, Oklahoma.  (If you use GOOGLE to search on Rosedale, Oklahoma, you can see some info on it and use GOOGLE maps to look at the surrounding area.)  Their children went to school there, as did the children of their neighbors from the other farms within a 5-mile radius or so.  Many of the children of Rosedale School met their future spouses there and became extended family members of the James Alfred Scott Family.  James Alfred and Mary Grace's third child Laurel Flynn Scott went to this school (as did Laurel Flynn's future spouse and my Maternal Gram Mary Elizabeth "Betty" Bennett Scott) until 1908.  SPEICAL NOTE:  A photo of the Rosedale School graduation program 1904-1905 that belonged to Gladys Iona Scott Dunlap (my BELOVED Great Aunt Gladys; daughter of James Alfred Scott and Mary Grace,) is posted here (below).  It lists the names of the children at the school and James Alfred Scott as the School Treasurer.  Also listed is James Jones Bennett (the father of Mary Elizabeth "Betty" Bennett Scott and my Maternal First Great-Grandfather) as Director of Rosedale School.  In 1964, My Great Aunt Gladys Iona Scott Dunlap was going to throw away her Rosedale School graduation program, but I convinced her to give it to me as a "keep sake".  It is one of my MOST TREASURED mementoes and tells our Family Story just with the listing of the family names on the program.

[Photo courtesy of:  Gladys Iona Scott Dunlap -- Rosedale School graduation program 1904-1905, Rosedale, Oklahoma]

Then on 12 Mar 1908, at age 36, Mary Grace Jennings Scott passed away from complications after the birth of her sixth child.  Jeannette Scott adds the following, "My Dad (Laurel Flynn Scott) said he had to quit school in the 8th grade (age 12) to stay home and take care of his new baby sister (Mary Rebecca Elizabeth Scott Webster), because his Mom had died."  I have several photos of my grandfather Laurel Flynn Scott with 'baby sister' Mary Rebecca Elizabeth Scott Webster in so many of them, you can see from the photos that the closeness in their sibling relationship continued into their elder years.

On 30 DEC 1908, in Oklahoma, James Alfred Scott married his second wife Mary Alice Dunlap Scott (born JUL 1897 Parson, Adams, Illinois; died 6 DEC 1957 California).  Her parents were James Lee Dunlap Senior (born OCT 1854 Illinois; died 17 JUN 1924 Payson, Adams, Illinois) and Alice Jane Crewdson Dunlap (born Jul 1865 Illinois; died after 1930 Illinois).

 Some Lineage Details for Mary Alice Dunlap Scott

James Lee Dunlap Senior's parents were Ephraim Dunlap (1815 KY – 1856 Il) and Mary Wright Dunlap McKenzie (1832 VA – 1928 Il).

Alice Jane Crewdson Dunlap's parents were Thadius Crewdson (1833 TN – before 1920 Il) and Cornelia Crewdson (1844 Il – after 1920 Il).

NOW back to James Alfred Scott and his Family

In 1909, a son was born to James Alfred Scott and his second spouse Mary Alice Dunlap Scott; James William Dunlap Scott (born 19 NOV 1909 Manchester County, Oklahoma; died 6 APR 1979 Delano, Kern, California) was given Mary Alice's maiden name for his middle name.  He was called "Dunlap" by family and friends, and went by the name of J.W. Dunlap Scott.  A Family Portrait photo of this new family is posted here (at top of this posting).  Laurel Flynn Scott, my maternal grandfather, looks so much like his father James Alfred Scott in this photo, the resemblance to my way of thinking is remarkable!

James Alfred Scott's brothers kept encouraging him to move out to California claiming that the weather was better and the living better.  His older brothers, probably Zenas George Scott (1856 Ontario, Canada - 1935 Arizona), and Samuel Enos Scott (1856 Ontario, Canada - 1951 California) all went to California at various times between 1910 to 1950.  After 2 or 3 years, some of his older brothers moved back to Oklahoma for a time.

Sometime between 1917 and 1920, James Alfred Scott sold his farm and finally moved his family to California.  All of James Alfred Scott's children settled in California where they lived, married, raised families, and passed away.

However, one of James Alfred Scott's sons, Laurel Flynn Scott and his wife Mary Elizabeth "Betty" Bennett Scott, (both of whom went to the Rosedale School and lived on neighboring farms in Oklahoma), left California in the 1950s and settled in the Central Point, Jackson County, Oregon.  Laurel Flynn Scott and Mary Elizabeth "Betty" Bennett Scott lived and worked on the Higinbotham Family Farm in Central Point, Oregon, for many years.  Their eldest daughter, Margaret Lucille Scott Higinbotham, was married to Glenn Ivan Higinbotham Senior, who was a descendent of some of the Jackson County, Oregon, Pioneer Families.

Per the 1920 US Census, James Alfred Scott, his second wife Mary Alice Dunlap Scott, and their children that were still at home (that is: Zara Harold Scott, Mary Rebecca Elizabeth, and James William Dunlap Scott) resided in Downey, Los Angeles, California.

Per the 1930 US Census, James Alfred Scott, his wife Mary Alice Dunlap Scott, and their son still living at home (James William Dunlap Scott, age 21) resided in Earlimart, Alila, Tulare, California.

On 29 Jul 1935, James Alfred Scott passed away in Delano, Kern, California.  He is buried in Delano.  Jeannette Scott writes in her notes to me that, he passed away after being ill for a long time, saying, "He had been in an auto accident and one of his legs was gangrene at the time of his death.  This leads me and others to think he was also diabetic."

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Closing Thoughts

Here you have a Family history of my Maternal First Great-Grandfather James Alfred Scott and his parents, siblings, spouses, and children.  This story began before James Alfred Scott was born and continues after his passing with his descendants and the many lives and hearts that he "touched".

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BY WHAT NAME -- TRUTH

*** BY WHAT NAME -- TRUTH ***

(On 30 Aug 2011 — Just thinking about the many perceptions that exist within my logic and Heart; then thinking about the many perceptions of others through Time and the Ages. What is absolute for one in a Time, can be known by a different name by another. "Truth" is but a myth transported by Time and borne on the 'wings' of Eternity.)  
[dht-2011]  


Truth — is as old as God —
His Twin identity
And will endure as long as He
A Co-Eternity —

And perish on the Day
Himself is borne away
From Mansion of the Universe
A lifeless Deity.
[~Emily Elizabeth Dickinson, #836]

"Yet, Truth and God exist on a different 'Plane',
Whence Time and Nature portent."
[~ dht-2011, DNA Cousin of Emily Elizabeth Dickinson]

(SPECIAL NOTE:  Emily Elizabeth Dickinson is my DNA Maternal Cousin)

WITHERED DREAMS

(I wrote this, 27 Aug 2011, thinking about the end of Summer and the withering blooms in the garden, some going dormant 'til Spring's awakening, while others gone forever more, lost to Winter's regret. [dht-2011])

*** WITHERED DREAMS ***

Sober Dreams shrouded in regrets still haunt,
with ever increasing frequency,
Transported "Home" in an enduring vision –
quietly sweeping and weeping
through the passageways of my mind.

When the "Fantasy of my Love"
turns to me with a smile,
I see through the haze of my slumber,
Spring's visage of Love's Tender Care.

OH -- for a portal through which one can return,
to a Time long passed and recoup innocence lost,
to revive a Dreamer's Fantasy long ago withered.

Yet tis ever naught, after all,
but a Dreamer's Tisane, a haunting illusion.

Naught but a Withered Dream.
[dht-2011]

                                     [PHOTO SOURCE: GOOGLE online images]

World Within Words – Unraveled

(I wrote this tangle, 24 Aug 2011, while trying to order my thoughts and realizing there are so-o many mysteries in Life's vast Realm that can never be understood, from the hollow pledges of others to the strange 'ports of call in the waters along our Life's Journey'. One thing is constant, though, and that's the 'last port' is the same for all. [dht-2011])

*** World Within Words – Unraveled ***

Day's Mysteries an intricate knot,
Whence attempts to unravel,
Prevail ere unresolved eclipse,
Whence nag Troubled Heart,

Whether confidences of Others,
Shared kindnesses of Kindred Spirits,
Whether hollow pledge spoken,
Or pledge rendered as token,

We yet go forth our Ports of Call,
Whence the Herald's Call,
We know the Tune,
Whence Journey's End looms.
[dht-2011]

[PHOTO SOURCE: GOOGLE online images]

AUGUST'S CANTICLE

In 21 Aug 2011, I was thinking about the poem #1068 written by my DNA Maternal Cousin Emily Elizabeth Dickinson.  There are many documented versions of this poem, and I have posted one version here. 

Since discovering my Family connection to Emily (we share the same many Great Grandparents Moses Payne (1581-1643)  and  Mary Benison Payne (1585 – 1616)),   I have been reading her writings and about her life and times.

Below is a short 'reply' to the poem #1068, that I wrote as if it were to be part of a letter that I would send to Emily.  As I have been reading her writings, I find them affecting me in different ways, and frequently I feel that she is writing to me, for our lives are similar in so many ways.  Anyway, here is the 'reply' that I would include in my letter to her.

"As August cools, Haunting Dreams of wild imaginings burn as blue flames, Memories ripe, cannot Ferment fast enough for the intoxicant Day Dreamer."

[-dht-2011, DNA Cousin to Emily Elizabeth Dickinson]

AND, below is Emily's poem #1068

Further in Summer than the Birds
Pathetic from the Grass
A minor Nation celebrates
It's unobtrusive Mass

No Ordinance be seen
So gradual the Grace
A pensive Custom it becomes
Enlarging Loneliness.

Antiquest felt at Noon
When August is burning low
Arise this spectral Canticle
Repose to typify

Remit as yet no Grace
No Furrow on the Glow
Yet a Druidic Difference
Enhances Nature now

[-Emily Elizabeth Dickinson, Poem #1068]

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When also thinking of August, one of my favorite songs comes to mind, "Scarborough Fair", a hauntingly beautiful ballad with powerful lyrics that are larger than a single voice, expressing a special message only the Heart hears.  [dht-2011]

Song History and Lyrics link

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scarborough_Fair_(ballad)

  

YouTube link

Scarborough Faire Canticle - Simon and Garfunkel {SONG and HYMN}

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SfqpAWPx6T4

[PHOTO SOURCE: Renaissance Fair 1975 California with my daughter and myself dressed "haute couture"]

FOOTPRINTS ON MY HEART

(I wrote this, 21 Aug 2011, thinking how the treasures of my memories anchor me in the present, while at times impeding my Day's Journey. Living in the shadows of my past, haunting Dreams of Love, family, home, and passion, flee, leaving only their FOOTPRINTS ON MY HEART.)

*** FOOTPRINTS ON MY HEART ***

Thoughts adrift on Evening's Chill,
Senses teased by memories old.

Each breath increases awareness of environs,
Suggestive of a different path,
Echoes of Future's beckon.

Yet bonds of yesterday hold ransom,
Hampering fleeing memories.

Pains and fears awash the mind,
Whispers of the past surface,
Beneath the shifting sands of Time's Journey.

Abiding sadness permeates Day's Path,
Regrets a constant companion
[dht-2011]

[PHOTO SOURCE: Cousin L. J. Scott, edited]

The Fabric of our Ever Changing Lives

(I wrote this thinking of the many ways our lives unfold and SOAR with moments of joy that may be misspent or missed altogether, and seen only as reflections through OTHER'S expressions and experiences. Seems SOME are lost to us, yet we spend our Life searching and wondering how the pattern was set before we knew how to set a stitch. How now to gladden a sorrow and sooth a loss?)
 
Woven of woe and joy,
Designs unique to each life,
Whole united to enjoy.
Each joy a trio of good, two bad.

First New, Warm and Rich,
Then Carrion, Cool and Poor,
First ASCENDING light as a BUBBLE,
Then BURST in Winter's SILENCE.

Simple pleasures bright in our Spring,
Soar in Summer with delight,
Shallow humbly in Fall, and
Shadow in Winter's Solace.

When the wildflowers wilt,
And angels visit,
Regret and Grief,
Stitch the final binding.

[dht-2011]

[PHOTO SOURCE: GOOGLE online images]

MEMORIES OF THE HEART

(I wrote this, 11 Aug 2011, thinking of my Life's Journey as a course with a beginning, middle, and ending, with each port in the course full of joyful and sad memories that I hold close in my Heart, each port in the course holding its unique essence—the whole making up the phases and faces of my Life.)

*** MEMORIES OF THE HEART ***

MEMORIES laced with Joy and Love tease,
as if having a tendresse for my Heart.

A smile of remembrance countered,
a faint melancholia, not wholly concealed.

TOO SOON Spring's Essence
so lush with rainbow delights,
melds into Summer's threshold.

Fall's Bounty yields a Harvest resplendent
at Winter's Tranquil possession.

The course complete—now
only MEMORIES OF THE HEART.

[dht-2011]

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[PHOTO SOURCE: GOOGLE online images]

[Photo Notes: CAN YOU FIND ... ?
Look closely at this photo to see if you can find
an elder male in Winter's shroud,
a grim reaper,
a young girl in Spring's delight,
a youth taking leisure,
5 shy Spring observers,
5 shy Winter observers,
a village,
some ships,
and two in a boat.]

LAVENDER SENTIMENTS

(On 11 Aug 2011, I wrote this thinking of all the special moments in my Life that I took for granted at the time of their reign; and now in the twilight of my Life at the last juncture, I look longingly at those passed moments WISHING I knew then what I know now. Perhaps if I make a WISH on a dandelion, the seeds would drift into another dimension where VISITS are permitted to Special Moments—even if only in Day Dreams.)

*** LAVENDER SENTIMENTS ***

While Sentiments against a Lavender sky reveal,

the meaning of enchantment commands my senses

with uncustomary frenzy.

As composure challenges the Dimensions of temptation,

strange depths affirm my Fey's Obsession.

Whether in the pale mist of morning,

the heat of Noon, or the cool of the Night,

Mystic Fey Voyagers find nuances in contented accord.

In a place out of time, a small sadness,

long buried surfaces in my Heart,

at knowing I would Never See these Moments again.

[dht-2011]

 [PHOTO SOURCE: GOOGLE online images]

WHERE DREAMERS WALK

(I wrote this, 10 Aug 2011, thinking of remembered days gone by and yet to come, where the DREAMS and hope of youth were full of sinew and vigor, enough to withstand the frailty of today, if I hold THEM close.)


*** WHERE DREAMERS WALK ***

 In the dark mist of night, my DREAMS are alive,
where sweet Promises of Love and Romance thrive.

 As a welcome visitor, I walk pathways of lore,
where once Life's Promises held treasures galore.

In the light of day, my DREAMS survive,
where day's bitter struggles threaten, yet revive.

 As Tomorrow draws near, I hold dear to my heart,
where once wistful reflections, delayed my start.

In the nostalgia of days bygone, my DREAMS mourn,
where hope's bounty deep, so spent on morn'.

As ever faith in Future's turn, I yearn for that missed,
where museful pondering, render potential's remiss.
[dht-2011]
 

[PHOTO SOURCE:  GOOGLE online images]

After the Storm – Come the Tears

(I wrote this, 10 Aug 2011, thinking of the many losses in our life—Loss of youth, health, money, safety, privilege, prestige, respect, honors, LOVE, spouses, children, and family -- as a special tribute to those in my circle who feel their loss so keenly.)


*** AFTER THE STORM – COME THE TEARS ***

The poetical world is as a lyrical preface to Life's SCRIPT,
where light illuminates the STAGE,
with a jewel-like iridescence,
flickering over the richly embroidered PLAY.

A sadness imbues the atmosphere
with a sense of time and space,
whispering of generations past and lost
and PREVIEWS of generations to come.

The PLAY rages in a tempest at Life's Zenith,
as the Storms of Life forge a Path,
leaving behind loss of Love and Hearth in their wake.

As of a sudden, the Storm passes
and the Tears fall as gentle rain upon the SET.
After the Storm – come the tears.

[dht-2011]

[PHOTO SOURCE: GOOGLE online images]

KINDRED SPIRITS – SPINNING A TALE

 (I wrote this, 7 Aug 2011, thinking of two little boys -- Grandsons of My Kindred Spirit.)


*** KINDRED SPIRITS – SPINNING A TALE ***

TWO KINDRED spirits Spinning a Top,
with all earnestness
of apprentices learning an Ancient and Mystical Art.

A World of Wonder and Delights, swirls around them
in a kaleidoscope of Adventure,
in a Magical place where ordinary Cares dare not venture.

As if in a shared Dream, yet apart,
secret Treasures are revealed on imaginations' edge,
where thoughts of the Future mix
with Today's Mercurial Delights.

[dht-2011]


[PHOTO SOURCE: GOOGLE online images]

A MERMAID'S TALE

(I wrote this, 6 Aug 2011, on the closing of a beautiful warm summer day, with cooling breezes softly caressing the tender leaves in my Dry World—no rain today!)


*** A MERMAID'S TALE ***

IF I were a Mermaid, I would sit on a coral perch
and tend my garden of waterweeds.

Perceptions of the Dry World above  -- Mute,
as the serene waters enclose me in my liquid cocoon.

My Cousins flashing silver among the coral,
as they dance a water ballet to the trumpeting music of seashells.

IF I were a Mermaid -- Safe and Happy
and Content in my Watery World.

[dht-2011]


[PHOTO SOURCE: GOOGLE online images]

Frolic and Tittering Waif-Flies

(I wrote this, 4 Aug 2011, as the close of a beautiful day drew neigh, thinking of all the butterflies in the garden that were done with their busy day, and were seeking their rest and maybe some storytelling with their neighbors -- purely fantasy of course.  ‎"... as falling leaves absent tree boughs ... "; this is a poet's way of saying leaves are falling. Takes a bit more thought and attention to "wordsmithing".  With that phrase, I FIRST wrote it in plain English -- "as the leaves fell off the tree branches". THEN, I wordsmith'd it so it would sound more FEY and OLD ENGLISH! (chuckles) Hope you liked it!  IT WAS FUN -- like doing SCRABBLE!   By the way, "WAIF-FLIES" is a name I made up, because I thought "butterflys" JUST DID NOT DO IT for the tale.)



*** FROLIC AND TITTERING WAIF-FLIES ***

There was a certain warm lavender peace
in the Dawn shadows,
from whence a Fey Dreamer watched unobserved,
as Waif-Flies frolicked
on soft breezes.

Time's gentle hands,  pause Future's Passage for the nonce,
while the Fey Dreamer eavesdrops
on Their discreet Titterings
in an Auburn Wonderland
enshrined in Autumn's embrace.

Reality's illusions drop away
as falling leaves absent tree boughs,
as secrets are revealed
to Whimsey's delight.

[dht-2011]

[PHOTO SOURCE: Google online images]

I Still Know Who She Is

It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80's arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00.

The Nurse took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would be able to see him. The Nurse saw him looking at his watch and, since the Nurse was not busy with another patient, decided to evaluate his wound. On examining it, the Nurse saw it was well healed, and talked to one of the other Nurses and got the needed supplies to remove the sutures and redress the wound.

While taking care of the wound, the Nurse asked the elderly gentleman if he had another doctor's appointment this morning, since he was in such a hurry. The gentleman said, no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife. The Nurse inquired as to her health and the gentleman told him that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer's disease. As they talked, the Nurse asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late. The gentleman replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him for five years now.

The Nurse was surprised and asked him, 'And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?' The elderly gentlemen smiled as he patted the Nurse's hand and said, 'She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is.' The Nurse had to hold back tears, and had goose bumps, and thought, 'That is the kind of love I want in my life'.


SAYINGS

True love is neither physical nor romantic'. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.

Peace is seeing a sunset and knowing who to thank.

The happiest people do not necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything they have.

I hope you share this with someone you care about, I just did..

Life is not about how to survive the storm but how to dance in the rain.

The road to success is not straight. There is a curve called Failure, a loop called Confusion, speed bumps called Friends, red lights called Enemies, caution lights called Family. You will have flats called Jobs. But, if you have a spare called Determination, an engine called Perseverance, insurance called Faith, a driver called Almighty God, you will make it to a place called Success.

[~unknown]

Just A Candle's Aura

(I wrote this, 15 Jul 2011, thinking about how bright Future's venue from my youth's portal.  The visions of hope from my girlhood, were tarnessed and faded by the reality of Life with all its challenges, disappointments, and distractions.  Now, in the winter years, the bright aura of my youth does not burn as blue a hue.)

There gathered a sense of sharp anticipation
as I stepped through Folly's Door,
to find Future's Embrace.

The brilliant Aura of Youth,
now harnessed by Life's Distractions
and Time's Passage -- fades
until No More.

The Ending of the Day,
has mellowed to a fine Hue,
the sharpness of a stormy Passage.

There a momentary madness
burning high in Youth's Abode,
Now extinguished in Elder Days
of unrealized Wishes, Hopes, and Dreams.

The moment –
Nothing more remains --
Just A Candle's Aura!

[dht-2011]

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