Name/Title
AU Lambert, Alva Elwood - XXXX-XX-XX - 'Grandmother's Home'Entry/Object ID
1990.1.409Context
GRANDMOTHER’S HOME
Written for Uncle Wheeler
one Sunday afternoon
Pennsville, Pennsville, yes I can see
The dear old place where I used to be
Can I forget it, I say not, nay
Though thirty-eight years since that day
To grandmother’s home near the old town
In the autumn days when the leaves were brown
Romped and played o’er the old hillsides
And the eastern porches high and wide
The old spring house with its vessels of cream
And below it there, the little stream
That flowed to the trough where at noon and night
Old dobbins quaffed with such delight
And near it the geese and ganders gray
Noisily chattered from dawn of day
And on the hill the huge old barn
With its horses and kine in their stalls so warm
The bleating sheep that roamed the hills
In the shed the carryall with its pole and thills
Ready on First Day, there to go
To Hopewell Church, but not for show
The neighbors there on that first day
With pleasant faces and dress of gray
‘Twas a gracious scene not to be forgot
From the dear old folks to the little tots
And grandmother’s home, what a joy and pride
As they gathered around at eventide
And chatted and talked of things both great
From early morning till evening late
Uncle Jessie, Aunt Hannah, and Caroline
Wheeler and Merrick, what a treat was mine
When I romped and played with uncles great
In that dear old place in Ohio State
The passing of grandfather I recall
And dear Aunt Hannah in early fall
In Hopewell churchyard there they lie
Waiting the summons from on high
Many years have passed since those dear days
I cherish them yet and will always
Tho their offspring scattered far and wide
And many loved, on the other side
From the Philippine shores to Pacific’s strand
They’re scattered all o’er this mighty land
A glad reunion sure ‘twill be
When we meet at last o’er the crystal sea
A. E. L.
