I was born, raised and have spent my entire life living in Genesee County, Michigan. My family is from Pennsylvania on my mother’s side and Missouri on my fathers. After high school I hired into the ‘shops’, working for General Motors. I worked on the line and drove fork truck before I stated an apprenticeship… Read More “Please allow me to introduce myself…” by Roy Richard
You’re a blessing straight from heaven – God heard Mommy and Daddy’s prayers – And sent you baby Kirstie, our sacred love to share. You are such a little darling – From your head down to your toes, With a tiny face as lovely as Spring times fairest Rose. What tiny little hands you have… Read More DEAR BABY by Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill
Do you remember long ago, far off magic day? When we were girls together. How we use to roam and play, How we wander hand in hand, Beside the river wide? You always took the lead back there, With me close by your side. Do you recall the old hay barn, Where we would stop… Read More DO YOU REMEMBER? by Katherine Carey-Place 1878-1934
Well, look what you, this time have done – Produced a daughter! Not a son!! You’ve spoiled the record I had set – I hadn’t missed a “Baby” prediction yet. And seriously, I’m kinda glad – You got your “lassie” instead of a “lad”. And ‘twas your “strong determination” – To be the master of… Read More CONGRATULATIONS by Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill
Your lovely gift came, to Aunt Kate, this morning at nine. When the mailman walked in with a broad happy grin, I was hanging the wash on the line. When I said, “Well, Dear me, now who can it be. That thought of Aunt Kate far away. And remembered in time to send… Read More DEAR ELLEN AND JANE by Katherine Carey-Place 1878-1934
Our Annie, who has grown tired and old – And whose hair has tuned to gray – Was once a lovely, young, Irish lass – She was laughing, young, carefree and gay. Those lines that crease her face and brow – The crinkles around her eyes – Speak much for the way she’s lived her… Read More ANNIE OUR OWN IRISH ROSE by Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill
There’s joy and gladness at our house, Ma wears the biggest smile. We’re having chicken dumplins, And the fixings that’s worthwhile, There’s flowers in the living room, And all our folks are gay, Because my Dad is home again, You see he’s been away. The doctor came some time ago, With an auto big and… Read More DADDY IS HOME AGAIN by Katherine Carey-Place 1878-1934
I stood beside a picket fence, And let my mind run free – To the world this is a memory of the man that use to be. He was a man of courage with the highest of ideals – He loved this great America and fought with youthful zeal. He defended us in crisis –… Read More AMERICA’S LOSS by Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill
Let those complain who never knew, The charm of bird and tree and flower, Let those complain of weariness, Who never sat ‘neath leafy bower, But I as long as life shall last, Can never weary grow, While Trees and green and flowers bloom, And birds can warble so. Let… Read More CONTENTMENT by Katherine Carey-Place 1878-1934
The soft breeze played across the brow of Amanda young and fair – She dreamed a dream of her life to come and the joys of life she’d share. The years went by and with marriage, came a family of her own – To this world she gave three daughters and two sons, Her heart… Read More AMANDA by Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill
Ramblings of an Old Coot 