Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Sisters Schmidt

Found in the leaf of the old devotional book,from 1888, Golden Words for Daily Counsel, the death notice from 'near this place',of Anna Paulina and Jessie May Schmidt, aged twenty-one and eighteen. They died four days apart. How many long years have they gone forgotten, this faded clipping the only remnant of two lives lived but for a short while?
Who were these young ladies, and what was the cause of their deaths? And the owner of this book, Robector(?) Perry, were you given this while upon a bed of recovery from the Philippine-American War?
Questions that still go uncovered. My friend Carmelo Echevarria did some research and thinks the girls lived in Cedar Key and Jacksonville. I am not certain. Again, I enlist any help from genealogy buffs in helping to find the two sisters who died so young, only four days apart. 





From the book:

Life is a leaf of paper white
Whereon each one of us may write
His word or two, and then comes night.

"Lo! time and space enough," we cry,
"To write an epic!" so we try
Our nibs upon the edge, and die.

Gently begin! though thou have time
But for a line, be that sublime,---
Not failure, but low aim, is crime.

J.R.Lowell

Near this Place

by John Clare

Yesterday word arrived of your long time passing,
Your sister just four days before you passing on.
I wish there was something we could have done,
How did we know your lives were so short lasting?

Twenty-one and eighteen were your young years,
Called on before the wedding gowns were worn.
We would have come before your final morning,
But so far was the journey and many the tears.

No time to drink from the deep wells of love!
Know the blushing rush springing from inside.
To one another your sweetest secrets confide,
Sharing between you things not spoken of.

Or was it the fevered brow that took you from us?
Two sisters confined to beds just feet apart?
Sharing their last longings with weakening hearts,
Had we but known we would have come.

A century from now will they turn the old page,
To discover the yellow clipping tucked away?
Will they wonder who dwelt in Near This Place?
And why you passed at such a tender age?

On this day two bouquets for the sisters gone
Forgotten until the page was opened again
Anna and Jessie at last these flowers we send
Someday we too shall come, the story known.

Monday, February 13, 2012

Home before dawn

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Maille of Lace


by john clare

With drochels of lace the grand army marches again,
Upon Olustee's piney fields the long ranks wend.
Folded in breast pockets, recalling the parting day,
Hovering mists shrouding in sand the aiming gray.

What crow calls to warn of this looming surprise?
Who shall close the eyes upturned to blue skies?
Oh Olustee! The day we marched through your pines!
Be kind my friend, the darling you hold once was mine.

On the field of molting rosin a red cross arises,
Cannon's thunder raining cones from the skies.
In dawns scream rose the battalions terrible yell,
Sickles harvesting man after man as they fell.

On pungent turpentine fields a victorious foe,
As nearer, dearer her perfumed lace grows.
Yet from arms of love one by one they fall,
Oh Olustee! Maille of lace protecting all!



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Olustee Week


This week-end is the Olustee Battle Re-enactment in Lake City and at the Olustee Battlefield. This year I have sent in early for press credentials so hopefully I shall be able to capture some compelling images. I would like to try and stay beyond night fall, to photograph the ball, and again, dawn's first light, but I am not certain I can without camping out, of which I have not prepared.
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Saturday, February 11, 2012

2.12.12 Mizpah


Whom having not seen, ye love. I Peter 1:8.

The trust we put in God honors Him much, and draws down great graces. It is impossible not only that God should deceive, but also that He should long let a soul suffer which is perfectly resigned to Him, and resolved to endure everything for His sake.
Nicholas Herman, 1666.

Also known as Brother Lawrence of the Resurrection(c.1614- 12Feb1691) served as a lay brother in a Carmelite monestary in Paris. Christians commonly remember him for the intimacy he expressed concerning his relationship to God as recorded in a book compiled after his death, the classic Christian text, The Practice of the Presence of God.
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Step UP


by john clare

In a timid step we tip toed over the egg shells
Taking care not to break any at all,
Kept a safe distance from the bombing range,
Watching for the planes in case they fell.

She said, "Step up to the plate!",
Assuming she knew the rules of our game.
Eyes shut, we flinched to meet the coming fate,
Just when we heard falling,
"You men are all the same!"

In our fields of dreams lays a rubber plate,
We brush and keep it safe from home.
Step up and knock our homers,
Way beyond the bombing ranges,
Going, going, GONE!

And in the breaking of the plate,
It's the price we pay to rid the dust.
The settling down we really hate,
Just dust, but bombs dropping on us.
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Friday, February 10, 2012

Come Jimmy

by john clare

Come Jimmy it's time you see
The team is loaded for tonight
We travel down to Cedar Key.
Orville has the boys prepared
Missy can sit up here with me
Mamma will not mind
Come Jimmy, it's time.
When we get to Otter Creek Crossing
We can stretch our legs
Then down through Rosewood
And over those narrow bridges
To the old gym of native rock.
Come Jimmy, it's time you see
For tonight we play Cedar Key
They suit only seven to our ten
But never mind the odds
Those Shark's play as men
Never tiring in their pressing job.
Come Jimmy, it's time you see
It's a long way to Cedar Key
You can say a prayer for the boys
I know they need it bad
Devil's all full of lustful joys
I know you understand the lads.
Come Jimmy, it's time you see
The boy's defeated Cedar Key
Orville coached his cigar out
We played on a prayer and a shout
Gideon's Demon's tumbling rock walls!
Come Jimmy, hurry you see
They block the bridge from Cedar Key!
Have you seen Missy?

Between the Two







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