My great grandmother, Ella Busby Springer was 72 years old when she started writing poetry.
Her poems were about her family, her memories and life in general. I have shared a couple of these here,
https://regnirpsstories.blogspot.com/2018/08/evalena-aunt-lena-springer-pennington.html.
Some of her poems were serious, but most of them were somewhat humorous. Here is a particularly funny one about her being her own nurse.
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Her poems were about her family, her memories and life in general. I have shared a couple of these here,
https://regnirpsstories.blogspot.com/2018/08/evalena-aunt-lena-springer-pennington.html.
Some of her poems were serious, but most of them were somewhat humorous. Here is a particularly funny one about her being her own nurse.
OWN NURSE
I'm going to tell you of two persons in one,
Perhaps you think it can’t be done,
Now notice close so you will understand,
How two people can be one man.
Perhaps you think it can’t be done,
Now notice close so you will understand,
How two people can be one man.
I’d been real sick but not the worst,
I could still stir around and be my own nurse,
And for a patient mine was the limit,
I couldn't find time to rest a minute.
I could still stir around and be my own nurse,
And for a patient mine was the limit,
I couldn't find time to rest a minute.
I’d lay down for a little repose,
Maybe I'd have to change her clothes,
Then if she was feeling a little better,
I’d have to sit down and write a letter.
Maybe I'd have to change her clothes,
Then if she was feeling a little better,
I’d have to sit down and write a letter.
And when we went to dine,
I'd have to watch her all the time,
She couldn’t see so very well,
And what was before her she couldn't tell.
I'd have to watch her all the time,
She couldn’t see so very well,
And what was before her she couldn't tell.
Maybe she'd reach for a piece of toast,
And get her fingers in the roast,
And get her fingers in the roast,
If she tried to stick her fork in a bite,
It would get away out of sight.
It would get away out of sight.
I'd five her ten doses of medicine a day,
I didn’t think it aught to be that way,
But that was what the doctor said do
I had to carry his orders through.
I didn’t think it aught to be that way,
But that was what the doctor said do
I had to carry his orders through.
Then along came a magnetic man,
In medicine he was not a believer,
He said he could cure all her ills,
If she would quit so many pills.
In medicine he was not a believer,
He said he could cure all her ills,
If she would quit so many pills.
He'd rub her head then her tummy,
Then her back till she'd feel funny,
Then he'd put on his hat and walk out,
Leaving her wondering what it was all about.
Then her back till she'd feel funny,
Then he'd put on his hat and walk out,
Leaving her wondering what it was all about.
Any way now she can a few bites take,
Without having the tummy ache,
Maybe he will make a cure,
Without having the tummy ache,
Maybe he will make a cure,
But of that I'm not yet sure.
I never knew Ella, she died in 1943, before I was born. But I think it would have been fun to hear her read or recite her own poems!
'Til Next Time!
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I never knew Ella, she died in 1943, before I was born. But I think it would have been fun to hear her read or recite her own poems!
'Til Next Time!
#52Ancestors
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