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I really like this and may print it of to go on the outer page of My "History and Life", book which I am putting together.

I haven't had time to day to look on here as have been doing someinvestigation on Ancestry

18.28 hrs Spain

liked this one

Strangers in the Box

Come, look with me inside this drawer,
In this box I've often seen
All the pictures, black and white,
Faces proud,still serene.
I wish I knew the people,
These strangers in the box,
Their names and all their memories
Are lost among my socks.
I wonder what their lives were like,
How did they spend their days ?
What about their special times ?
I'll never know their ways.
If only someone had taken their time
To tell who,what,where, or when,
Those faces of my heritage
Would come to life again.
Could this become the fate
Of the pictures we take today ?
The faces and the memories
Someday to be passed away ?
Make time to save your stories,
Seize the opportunity when it knocks,
Or someday you and yours could be
The strangers in the box

Anon

I bet we all know of a box like this !!!

Sorry, that should read reaching page 17, not reading page 17. Must go and have a coffee!

Jeremiawasabulldog, I am going to shorten this name, I am exhausted after I have written it...only joking!

Really enjoyed reading your entries, especially the first one because when my mother died I found many records, notes etc which hsve helped me so much. These included one which even now brings tears to my eyes so I may add it as a story rather than trying to write poetry.
I have many very old original marriage and birth certs,

I may print or copy the second one and give to my children! They think I spend too much time looking for the deceased! !

I shall brouse through my sayings book today to see if I can be tempted to post one or two

Take care everyone

Nearly forgot to say congratulations on reading page 17 for us. I wonder if we will ever get to page 20 ?

08.45hrs Spain
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oh me, the following poem is Very Much Like the one I'm looking for,but not quite it as the one I'm looking for has the daughter wishing she'd listened while at her mother's knee; same idea but a different overall feeling. picky, picky, picky, I know.

If I'd only listened
To Mama while at her knee,
As she talked and told old-time stories
Of things and people as they used to be.

If I'd only listened;
But I thought the age-old stories were a bore.
All those names, dates, and tales,
Some how, I managed to ignore.

If I'd only listened
As Mama told how things were then;
Or had her to re-tell
The stories and tales again and again.

If I'd only listened,
Questioned, and asked her
About her Grandpap, Granny, and others
As to When? What? and Where?

If I'd only listened;
Her wealth of information
I would now treasure
As I'd have abundant family documentation.

If I'd only listened to Mama;
But it's now too late!
So, I'll just record on paper the facts
I know and to the Historic Society donate.

Author: Edith Bastin

Thanks, all, for trying for "Does anyone know the genealogy poem about regretting not having listened to the mother's stories of relatives as mom has now died and those stories can't be recalled, or something to that effect? Thanks" but so far no one has gotten it : (

Here's a genealogy poem I like --
Beatitudes Of A Family Genealogist

Blessed are the great-grandmothers, who hoarded newspaper clippings and old letters,
For they telll the story of their time.
Blessed are all grandfathers who filed every legal document,
For this provides proof.
Blessed are grandmothers who preserved family Bibles and diaries,
For this is our heritage.
Blessed are fathers who elect officials that answer letters of inquiry,
For--some--they are the only link to the past.
Blessed are mothers who relate family traditions and legends to the family,
For one of her children will surely remember.
Blessed are the relatives who fill in family sheets with extra data,
For them we owe the family history.
Blessed is any family whose members strive for the preservation of records,
For theirs is a labor of love.
Blessed are the children who will never say,
"Grandma, you have told that old story twice today."

Thank you Bridget for moving my piece.
I wish I knew how it happened, or how I accidentally delete things.

I'm sorry to hear you are not feeling so good. I'll think of you while I'm on holiday.

carol

pm in your inbox

Or is it this one


When speaking of our ancestry, my mothers eyes would shine
And proudly she would tell us all,You're of the Tudor line.
But father with a smiles would say while bearing that in mind
You keep your eyes on goals ahead not those that lie behind

You have anoble ancestry, but all are dead and gone
Tis you who have to prove your worth, not those who've journeyed on.
And back long that Tudor line, tis sorry truth I stagte
There maybe some you can't approve, and even some you'd hate.

The way to prove your ancestry is what you are yourself
Not by the charted family tree in a book upon the shelf.
So try to be an ancestor within the time allowed
Of whom your childrens' children in the future can be proud

Anon

Hope we all come up with one at least that might be nearly right !

Spanish Eyes when you are feeling brighter google Captain Corellis Mandolins love poem....It is really lovely and a bit long or I would type it out for you. My own daughter is having it at her wedding in July

I'll leave you today with this thought

I think that I shall never see a finished genealogy !!!!

8.10pm Norfolk UK

Hello
I wonder if this is the poem you're seeking?
Mau xx

Forever

There's a hole inside of me,
It appeared some time ago...
the day my mother passed away.
Tell me, why'd she have to go?

I've tried to fill the hole up
with other family,
and I want to keep her memory alive,
so I started her family tree.

My search has brought me many kin
who've helped to fill that hole,
but I realize now, there'll always be
an emptiness in my soul.

I guess that's just the way it is
with people and their mothers...
a special bond exists with them
that can't be matched by others.

How many times had I heard her say
"Someday I won't be here..." ?
I thought I'd always have her, though.
Now all I have is tears.

I know she's with HER mother now.
That's not what makes me sad.
It's that I never asked her about our past,
now, too late, I want to know soooo bad.

So please, God, when you see my mom,
give her all my love.
And tell ALL my kin that I'll see them again
when I join them up above.


in loving memory of Shirley Mae (Stanfill) Carey 1926 - 1991 by Pam Carey Durstock

THE GREEN LADY by Charlotte Druitt Cole

A Lovely Green lady
Embroiders and Stitches
Sweet flowers in the meadows,
On banks and in ditches.

All day she is sewing-
Embroidering all night;
For she works in the darkness
As well as the light.

She makes no mistake in
The silks which she uses,
And all her gay colours
She carefully chooses.

She fills nooks and corners
With blossoms so small,
Where none but the fairies
Will see them at all.

She sews them so quickly,
She trims them so neatly,
Though much of her broidery
Is hidden completely.

She scatters her tapestry
Scented and sweet,
In the loneliest places,
Or 'neath careless feet;

For bee, or bird folk,
For people like me,
But the lovely Green Lady,
No mortal may see.




I hope you all like that one, I do as I like sewing.
I also wanted to share a little something I found by William Morris, it is what an old bed would say if it could talk.



INSCRIPTION FOR AN OLD BED


No tale I tell
of ill or well
But this I say
Night treadeth on day
And for worst or best
Right good is rest.



I may embroider this onto my headboard

Oh dear Bridget, I hope you feel better soon. I have OFF days sometimes too, like you my two children and three grandchildren live a fair way away and we don't see them as much as we would like to which makes me feel a bit low now and again. We would really like to move closer to our daughter, but selling our house is proving a problem and this makes me feel 'down' if I let it. My mother had a friend once who wrote on her fridge in lipstick, 'There's always b####y something'!!! Aint that the truth!!

Green fingers.

I really like this. My 6 children are spread far and wide, even those who still live in the UK live many miles apart, and one in Spain and one in Holland so now I shall type out this saying and put it on my fridge so I can read it several times a day.
Also hope that you fi d the poem that Jeremiahwasabullfrog would like to see.

Not feeling quite so bright today, not sure why do no poems or sayings from me..sorry

Bridget

17.51hrs Spain

Think I may have the poem you are talking about will look for it and come back

My saying for today is

You give your children 2 things, You give them Roots and Give them Wings

by Anna Tochter....sort of genealogical !!

Does anyone know the genealogy poem about regretting not having listened to the mother's stories of relatives as mom has now died and those stories can't be recalled, or something to that effect? Thanks

Good morning everyone,

I have just brewed my first coffee of the day, the birds are having a good chat, I can hear the fishermen leaving port to go and find today's catch, it has stopped raining for a while and it is still very chilly for this time of the year. The sea is grey, the castle looks dull, Jet and Joe have pocked their noses out into the garden for all of 30 seconds and are back in their bed sleeping.

I hope that the weather is better in your part of the world!

I do not have a poem, saying, etc in my mind at the moment, so will have to seek some divine intervention! It may be a poem or saying about The worst meal I have had.!! Reasons why will be sent when I find or recall a suitable poem or saying.

06.53 hrs Spain

from Georgina

I found this today, while breaking rule 3.

Ten Commandments for reducing stress.

1. Thou shalt not be perfect or even try to be.
2. Thou shalt not try to be all things to all people
3. Thou shalt leave things undone that ought to be done.
4. Thou shalt not spread too thyself too thinly.
5. Thou shalt learn to say no.
6. Thou shalt schedule time for thyself and thy supportive network.
7. Thou shalt switch off and do nothing regularly.
8. Thou shalt be boring, inelegant, untidy and unattractive at times.
9. Thou shalt not even feel guilty.
10. Especially thou shalt not be thine own worst enemy but be thy best friend,.


I excel at rules 1, 3, 7 and 8.

I don't know the author.


carol
I have moved this for Georgina as I could not delete her thread. I often have problems and people help me so thought this may put Georgina at rest, so hope to hear from her gain.

Bridget

Georgina I believe you are the only person who can delete yor message by using the delete on yor message, Hope that makes sense

please would someone wipe off my post before someone officious complains about the big gap. Thank you'

Yes, Harry, make a corporate comment, I have done this look back and see who put in and mention their name. I loved all the above new ones, had heard the Tom Thumb one before, but not for a long while.

Will try to post tommorrow


1pm UK Norfolk

Personally. I am a fan of Kahlil Gibran and contributed many times to Joy,s excellent thread on him There may be some of his work on here, but if so I missed them.

As a new member I have a difficulty. You cannot post a comment on one poem (say the excellent 'follow me') and not on all submissions (if you don't the inference is that you don't like them).

Poems you love, usually have a personal touch about them. That is the case with this one. It didn't come with a title,but let's just say that this old man would call it "the love that could never be"

Because I liked you better,
Than suits a man to say;
It irked you and I promised,
To throw the thought away.

To put the world between us,
We parted, stiff and dry;
"Goodbye" said you, "Forget me",
"I will, no fear" said I.

If here, where clover whitens,
The dead man's knoll you pass;
And no tall flower to meet you,
Starts in the trefoiled grass.

Halt by the headstone naming,
The heart no longer stirred;
And say the lad that loved you,
Was one that kept his word.

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Happy days

Agatha,I've not seen this one before and I really like it! I've found this in 'The Dragon Book of Verse' called 'O Hush Thee My Babie' by Walter Scott.

O hush thee , my babie, thy sire was a knight,
Thy mother a lady, both lovely and bright;
The woods and the glens, from the towers which we see,
They are all belonging, dear babie, to thee.

O fear not the bugle, though loudly it blows,
It calls but the warders that guard thy repose;
Their bows would be bended, their blades would be red,
Ere the step of a foeman drew near to thy bed.

O hush thee my babie, thy time will soon come,
When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum;
Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may,
For strife come with manhood, and waking with day.