It has been several days since my last post. The pc is back up and running! Saturday we took the time to stop in at the Goodyear Swap Meet. It's been a while since we have been to an outdoor market. What a beautiful day here in southwestern Arizona. They had a misting system! And that made the dry air tolerable and the temp dropped 10 degrees more. Mind you, it was already 88 degrees here in Buckeye which is just 10 minutes away. So 78 degrees was heavenly! Well, almost. :-) I found a vintage booklet filled with sketches, poems and short stories. My printer scanner is not working at the moment so I took photos for you to see some pages. And just $3.00 for 25 pages mostly intact. I am guessing from the early 1900's. (I am not a dealer or claim to be knowledgeable in the area of dating and recognizing vintage writings, sketches, or any other printed material.) No dates are printed. The following is a poem about the maiden and her heifer in the above sketch. This is how it is printed on tissue type paper. If you have any info about the poem or the sketch (print) above let me know. I am guessing from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's "Evangeline", read the whole story here: http://www.gov.ns.ca/legislature/library/digitalcollection/bookpage2.stm In the weeks ahead you will see more from this beautiful booklet. Thank you for viewing!
Monday, June 8, 2009
Romance, Poetry, Drama and Sketches...
Edwin Douglas, Artist A.C. Alais, Engraver
"Fair was she to behold, that maid of seventeen summers,
Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside.
Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses.
Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadow.
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Now recommenced the reign of rest and affection and stillness.
Day with its burden and heat had departed, and twilight descending
Brought back the evening star to the sky, and the herds to the homestead.
Pawing the ground they came, and resting their necks on each other,
And with their nostrils distended, inhaling the freshness of evening.
Foremost, hearing the bell, Evangeline's beautiful heifer,
Proud of her snow-white hide, and the ribbon that waved from her collar,
Quietly paced and slow, as if conscious of human affection."
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