Neat Poem

 

1. The minute I saw Robert Service, I knew I was going to get teary eyed. I don’t know if anyone else would be interested, but I have referenced the poem on more than one occasion.
   
   After my Mother passed away, I found her journals. Although during her working years they read more like Daytimer calendar entries, there were some terrific nuggets that went all the way back to when she was as young as 7. In an entry from 1990, she recalls a memory from 1977 about an event from 1921. It is the story of an almost 11 year old girl at Big Basin campgrounds in northern California.

   I share it here. The title is The Runaway and it is a story about the poem, The Cremation of Sam McGee, a young soldier, and a young girl struggling as she comes of age to define herself. Note, her Mother, my Grandmother, was supposed to be a real beauty and it must have been hard to be a tomboy and gawky bookworm child in the shadow of this beautiful and self-possessed woman of immense talent as a concert pianist. Every Summer, the family spent the Summers at Big Basin, near San Francisco, and my Grandfather would commute on the weekends.

   Posted by Pal2Pal       06/20/2008  at  03:32 PM  



2. My dad could recite the whole thing from memory.  Sitting at his feet listening to it is one of my best memories.

   Thanks… Sniff sniff

   Posted by grayjohn       06/20/2008  at  07:40 PM  

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