rhapsody November 28th, 2007
Between recent pop hits &
the melancholy ‘Canon in D’?
Whether you hear it or not,
the question was posed as a
result of an interesting
(& entertaining) post from
Dawn Eden @
The Dawn Patrol.
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rhapsody November 26th, 2007
By Ernestine Cobern Beyer,
When Himself’s behind his paper and
the childer sleepin’ sound,
And the moon’s a winkin’ lantern
throwin’ shadows all around,
Forsakin’ fire and hearthstone, down
the Way of Dreams I start
To meet my darlin’ truelove in a
corner of my heart.
His voice is like the west-wind when
it whispers low and sweet,
His words are like the poppies that be
growin’ in the wheat.
I forget the bangin’ shutters and the
candle’s sleepy stare,
When I meet my laughin’ truelove where
he’s waitin’ for me there.
When Himself has grown a-weary
in the cozy evening tide,
A ghost it is that follows him and
settles at his side.
I’ll be so true and faithful that he’ll
never know, shall he,
I go to meet the laughin’ lad, the
lad he used to be!
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rhapsody November 9th, 2007
of the Lincoln penny, &
you will see the work of
the 10th Chief Engraver
of the United States,
Frank Gasparro- (8/26/09-
9/29/01)
Mr. Gasparro, whose initials
can be seen at the bottom
right corner of the Lincoln
Memorial (see above,) also
designed the obverse &
reverse of the Eisenhower
Dollar, the Susan B. Anthony
Dollar, & the reverse of the
Kennedy Half Dollar. He is
the most copied artist ever,
due to the Lincoln cent.
He worked for the U.S. Mint
as Chief Engraver/Sculptor
from 1965 to 1981- & was
every bit as kind as he
was professional.
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rhapsody November 4th, 2007
to Gilbert Magazine! 
(From the cover):
A man’s soul is as full of
voices as a forest, there
are ten thousand tongues
there like all the tongues
of the trees: fancies, follies,
memories, madnesses,
mysterious fears, and
more mysterious hopes. –
G. K. Chesterton
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rhapsody November 4th, 2007
Gold Leaves
Lo! I am come to autumn,
When all the leaves are gold;
Grey hairs and golden leaves cry out
The year and I are old.
In youth I sought the prince of men,
Captain in cosmic wars,
Our Titan, even weeds would show
Defiant, to the stars.
But now a great thing in the street
Seems any human nod,
Where shift in strange democracy
The million masks of God.
In youth I sought the golden flower
Hidden in wood or wold,
But I am come to autumn,
When all the leaves are gold.
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rhapsody November 1st, 2007
the family of young wife &
mother, blogger
who passed away the
morning of October 30th
of Sceroderma. She was 34.
Thanks to St. Nick for
his continued posting on her
condition, & for passing along
the info on the
Scleroderma Foundation,
where donations can be sent
in her memory.
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