Born ....September 8 1835
Died ....January 26 1924
He fought the fight.
The Victory won.
Grandma, on her start of day
Milked the cows and fed them hay
Slopped the pigs, saddled the mule
And got the children off to school.
Did the washing, mopped the floors
Shined the windows and did some chores
Cooked a dish of home dried fruit
Pressed her husband's Sunday suit.
Swept the parlour and made some beds
Baked a dozen loaves of bread
Split some firewood and lugged it in
Enough to fill the kitchen bin.
Cleaned the lamps and put in oil
Stewed some apples she thought would spoil
Cooked a supper that was delicious
And afterwards, washed all the dishes
Fed the animals and sprinkled some clothes
Mended a basket full of hose
Then opened the organ and began to play
'When you come to the end of a perfect day'
It's very special and has a place in my heart.
It's a sanctuary, a place to refresh your mind and soul.
And I happen to be very lucky to not live far from it.
I hope that you have a special place not too far from home.
A place to escape to , dream and reflect.
Happy days to you all