Name/Title
Revery By: F. H. FordDescription
Revery (Date Unknown)
Revery By F. H. Ford.
In the stillness of the night, I watch the firelight shadows sway and dance upon the wall. They lead my thoughts to other days, now but shadows. To thoughts of present days, of days to come.
In memory, I work and play and do once more joyous and sometimes mischievious things I did with other boys. They are but dreams. I cannot feel their warm bodies close to mine in happy comradship: but the thought of them brings a smile.
I recall the hopes and fears of youth, long past. The many friends of middle life, now absent or at rest. The joy and faith and comfort of a perfect love which was mine for many years. The years of tender understanding and of perfect companionship which marked my married life. The hopes and
fears and triumphs large and small, that filled our lives.
Those love filled days, which cannot be replaced, have left to me my sons. My sons, in far off places. My thoughts of them are pleasant thoughts, spiced with pride and faith that they will carry on to make this world a better place in which to live. I must not lean on them or have them lean on me. I know they have me in their loving thought and that brings comfort.
The images of my grand children come to me, youn, care free, full of life. Like gleaming lights to cheer the twilight hour. The thought of them brings happiness, even though they are too far away to drive away the shadow of a fear that some day I may be alone.
Alone? No! Not while children greet me on the street with "Hello Fred", and come to me to find out how to make a kite or mend a doll. Not while young people ask me to join them in a game of golf, or cards, or just to sit and talk. Not while I feel that in every soul I meet there is a steady flame of friendliness and goodwill toward me. No! I shall never be alone.Acquisition
Accession
2008.0500Source or Donor
Clipped and found in museum newspaper clippings and information.Acquisition Method
Bequest,Collected by