Mamacita says: I first heard this poem in high school literature. Tenth grade, sophomore year, in Mrs. Helen Chandler’s class, she who taught Claude Akins, the Bedford Celebrity.. In retrospect, I know that we treated her dreadfully. She was quite … Continue reading
Mamacita says: I know, I know; it’s not Saturday. Saturday slid past me like a wet peeled potato, so I’m doing Quotation Saturday on Sunday. I’ve had far worse lapses. . . . 1. No two persons ever read the … Continue reading
Mamacita says: People with tiny, limited vocabularies scare me. I am positive that these are the people who melt down in public and starting stabbing everyone within reach. It’s a fact that the person who throws the first punch generally … Continue reading
Mamacita says: Why is this day a holiday in most communities? (This community doesn’t consider it a holiday, but that’s typical for this county.) (None of our schools closed. None of our schools has EVER closed for MLK Day.)(They don’t … Continue reading
William Wordsworth She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love: A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden … Continue reading
Sara Teasdale I Shall Not Care When I am dead and over me bright April Shakes out her rain-drenched hair, Though you should lean above me broken-hearted, I shall not care. I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful … Continue reading