Here I stand both fresh and fair,
Dark brown eyes and curly hair,
Rosy cheeks and dimpled chin,
One little heart that beats within.
*Rhyme collected in North Carolina 1922.
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I greatly enjoyed all the comments on our first rhyme of love Weevily Wheat! Fascinating to learn it was used in a play party game (dance). Hopefully some of you will be familiar with today’s rhyme as well.
Tipper
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this photo enticed me to click on this, when i left a comment today. how beautiful! i have an old photo of my husbands mother when she was young. she looks like a beautiful flapper. love old photos. just like an old homeplace or chimney, they reel me into them and make me think n wonder…
Awww, I love this. Her story is so touching. Congrats and thanks for sharing.
Congrats, Ethylene and Happy Valentine’s Day!
Hi Tipper, I so enjoyed Ethelene,s story about a sad time that was Blessed with a new lasting memory!And I liked the picture and rhyme.Brown eyes brought back an 8th grade memory for me.We were having a test and Mr.James our teacher caught me passing a note.He came over and ask for it.I’m sure he thought some cheating was going on.This was his first year of teaching, as he read the note his face turned red.Beware of boys whos eyes are brown,they’ll kiss you once and turn you down.Beware of boys who’s eyes are green they’ll kiss you once and never be seen.Beware of boys who’s eyes are blue they’ll kiss you once and ask for two.Mr James hands the note back and said my eyes are hazel.Tho the rhyme had nothing to do with him,I’m sure at least half us girls had a crush on him LOL!God Bless. Jean
Thanks for taking the time to share.
Tipper,
Congradulations Ethelene on winning
the Valentine Cards. I have a lot of
respect and admiration for your take
on life. You always seem to know just
what to say…Ken
Tipper,
My, my just look at those “ringlets”! Don’t you just love that cap/’boggen too! Maybe Granny could follow it and crochet one for the girls.
I love the poem! I must see something a little different in the photo than others…I see a strong young woman, with a slight mischievious grin and a “dare me” look in her eyes…I am just bettin’ that hair is red as a Valentine! Sorry, I wouldn’t want to try and steal her Valentine! LOL
Ethelene, you deserve the win! Your comments were beautiful. I know your heart must ache, especially this time of year, when you miss his physical presence, eventhough you know your “sweetie” is happy in a better place! How wonderful your children and grandchildren carry on the tradition of the roses. Whether roses or daisies it is the love that counts. Wonderful poem also.
Thanks Tipper for a great post!
I have some info on Louise Rand Bascom. I would love to have her book of “Ballads and Songs of Western North Carolina”, but it is out of print..written in 1909, however you can download it as a instant print from Alibris for 19.99. She also wrote, “Bugaboo Man” (1914), “Catching Clara”, (1914)Many articles and periodicals!
The previous two books still available on Abe books…She was from the Highlands NC..married a Barret! Very interesting!
Such a wonderful memory! I have always tried to stress with my children that special days, even though they have become very commercial, continue to hold a special meaning in the hearts of those who know love. I wish Ethelene a special Valentine’s day as it is her special day. Such wonderful children to continue the love!
Congratulations, Ethylene and thank you for sharing your wonderful story!
Ethelene’s story of love brought tears to my eyes.
I was so very touched by Ethelene’s story, and especially about her losing her Mother at fourteen. I have come to realize , she is a totally amazing lady, and needs to give herself a pat on the back.
When I think how difficult life would have been without my dear Mother…the special dresses, the advice, the instruction. Well, Ethelene survived this and did well. It is always a pleasure to learn from the posters on The Blind Pig.
I’m delighted to be the “Weevly Wheat” day winner! I am sending my address to Tipper by e-mail. Thank you, Tipper!
And here are the last lines from one of my free-verse poems entitled “Naming This Rose.” The whole poem tells of roses planted, and blooming, to give beauty and joy (Grover did that for me, too!) Here are the last lines:
Visit the garden often
find this rare rose
the rose now in bloom
awaiting the gardener’s touch.
The name of this rose:
Love.”
The rhyme makes me think of my almost teen granddaughters, girls on the cusp of womanhood, anticipating the wonder of love.
Sheryl-the photo is from Miss Cindy’s Grandmother’s photo album-I don’t know who the lovely gal is : )
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I’ve never heard this rhyme. There is something sweet and simple about it and the picture is a perfect match.
I think I’m enjoying the pictures as much as the rhymes.
Ethelene, what a lovely thing for your husband to do. He loved you so very much. I enjoyed the poem, is the photo your mother? The expression on her face fits the poem so well.
Congratulations, Ethylene. I was touched by your story of your memories, both sad and happy, of Valentine’s Day. Thank you for sharing them.