Monday, April 12, 2021



I've written about my grandfather, Harry Lee, quite a few times since I started my blog in 2006.  He was an author with two published books … “More Day to Dawn” the story of Thoreau, “High Company” sketches of courage in WW I and a play about the life of St. Francis which had a very short Broadway run in 1928.

Papa Lee, as we called him, was a very dear man and we 5 Lee sisters adored him. We were his only grandchildren and he would spoil us royally whenever he got the chance. In 1937 his Christmas gift to our family was a handwritten book of poems he titled “Penny-a-ride.” It was filled with simple rhymes such as this:


When Grandma and my Aunt Jeanette were just like we are, little girls, there was a naughty boy would sneak up close behind and pull their curls.

And once he pulled my Grandma’s curls and ran off down the wagon track where’s all the dust and then he turned and rolled a big red apple back.

And when I asked her why he did and where he did and when and how, my Grandma said, “Go ask him child, that naughty boy's your Grandpa now.”


Blogger Goldendaze-Ginnie said...

from my friend Jan ...

I think of the time the older generations used to have for more creative things, the treasured hand written letters, or sketches from some of them.Think of all the time they spent in these forms of communication because they weren't sitting in front of the boob tube watching games and murders and garbage to dull their minds.
You are so lucky to have some of these treasures. We should all be so lucky!

You gave my heart a moment of happiness! Thanks!

7:51 AM  
Blogger Anvilcloud said...

What a sweet bit of verse.

11:46 AM  
Blogger Arkansas Patti said...

What a treasured gift for the family and I loved the poem. Bet it made them all smile.

1:10 PM  
Blogger Marie Smith said...

That book is priceless. Your family is so fortunate to have such a treasure.

9:30 AM  

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