tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532831281757512977Thu, 19 Jan 2012 17:52:59 +0000childhoodwreathancestorscomfortchildearthWilsonpenbooksdeathtombstoneEmersonRossetticarerelativesbirdsThoreaulyricswartrainMother GoosetruthsummerdyingtokensnerveWilderGeorge CooperthoughtstearsimmortalitypostcardspatriotismislandsmorningCiceromothervalleylifetimegrandmaworkforgivegrandpaweddingsscribekinpastheathertalentgrassestimessingingwalktrailnamescemeterieschairpeaceGoughGodfarewellChristmasrememberedMasterjoyheartlettergenealogyrestcreativerainLongfellowmansionarmsgriefsfirechurchsunshineSNGFWildepaindarknessSeusssacredaffectionstorytellerscircledirectionvoicescharacterGoodrumloveBethlehemsilentjudgmentskyBrackettsaintsMemesshoremagictombgloamingNovemberinspirationshadowsangelsBostonMaysoulcandleDecembertwilightvoiceforeverscenecanvasheadHomebellsSteinbeckwindgood-byeWrightfuneraloathscloudsviceMontgomeryWhittierrelationsKiplingprayersstarsmelodyjusticebodyGaitherworldmusichandsmeadowsfoostepsvoyageheartsBrowninglawnOslinpresentforgottenforeignerpathsdisciplineFrostfamelampBeNotForgotClemenshorsesblossomsrememberhymnsmomentsEwingpathTeasdalepathwayblackeffigyheavenlighteveninggardensBarnesbrookdewwitherfreedomJarvisGillespieGillrecollectionssmilemidnightgloomflagspringfamilyreminiscefootprintssunRicheylivingJesusechoeseternitysteedphotographtidemarbleroseshearthsilenceLarkinfatherstormsfleshLlewellyndogshopesDoudneymilestonesJuneforget-me-notgriefParadisefallWillsriverJudddespairSchlitzlaughtersouthernautumnstrengthdawnyesterdaysDickensstoneSpurgeonflowersstoriesMiltonbonesmountainsgravesHeinecometsforgetTwainsonssongsmoonignorancecampfirevisitstarlitnightSoulewintertodayagingfingersshadesboymemoriesBurkepicturetreesforestchoreswindowshorizonhappinessranchhandwritingHerrickKemproadtelephonecummingsfriendseyesmanyearsMorganreunionWhitmanprayingsorrowheavenlytimelifefacedeadTexasdayseasondreamsRayegarmentscowboylipsflamegenerationshistoryhousedusttribetogetheremberssnowtomorrowbarefootfathershttp://benotforgot-quotes.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (benotforgot)Blogger87125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532831281757512977.post-6143547780994377839Thu, 19 Jan 2012 17:49:00 +00002012-01-19T11:52:59.577-06:00CicerolifechildhistoryancestorsNot to know what happened before we were born is to remain perpetually a child. For what is the worth of a human life unless it is woven into the life of our ancestors by the records of history. Marcus Tullius Cicerohttp://benotforgot-quotes.blogspot.com/2012/01/life-of-our-ancestors.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (benotforgot)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532831281757512977.post-6815481659493655844Wed, 02 Nov 2011 16:03:00 +00002011-11-02T12:10:56.142-05:00yearscowboyseasonlifetrailmemorieshistorycampfirereminisceTexasranchGoughThe following poem was found in his typewriter on the morning of the 1940 death of the original cowboy poet, Lysius Gough . . . The Old T-Anchor Ranch is gone, and with it the open range,No more we'll ride the plains alone, there's been a mighty change.No more we'll round the circle wide, in early Spring and Fall,Or stamp T-Anchor on the hide and hear the yearlin's bawl.No more we'll trail http://benotforgot-quotes.blogspot.com/2011/11/gone.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (benotforgot)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532831281757512977.post-2967155692330049903Fri, 13 May 2011 21:07:00 +00002011-05-13T17:32:55.928-05:00dreamsheartmelodyWillsmemoriesstarsTexasDeep within my heart lies a melody,A song of old San Antone.Where in dreams I live with a memory,Beneath the stars all alone.Bob Wills06 March 6 1905 ~ 13 May 1975He was a favorite of my Bennie's . . . http://benotforgot-quotes.blogspot.com/2011/05/rip-bob-wills-1905-1975.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (benotforgot)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532831281757512977.post-6153425532920145629Fri, 15 Apr 2011 17:38:00 +00002011-04-15T13:03:26.812-05:00BurkechurchcemeteriessoutherntombI would rather sleep in the southern corner of a little country churchyard than in the tomb of the Capulets. . . . Edmund Burke (1729-1797)http://benotforgot-quotes.blogspot.com/2011/04/little-country-churchyard.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (benotforgot)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532831281757512977.post-3986389619636467440Mon, 11 Apr 2011 01:36:00 +00002011-04-10T20:55:44.445-05:00dreamspastOslinlaughtertearsphotographmemoriespictureJuddGillespieHere's a little girl playin' dress upSomewhere under all that laceStandin' in her mama's high heeled shoesWith a lipstick covered faceAnd here's a little boy on a ponyHe's a cowboy all the wayHe used to pull my hair and make me madAt the Saturday matineeWho would've thought that I'd lose my heartTo the same little boy somedayLookin' through my old pictures, faded photographsSome of them bring me http://benotforgot-quotes.blogspot.com/2011/04/old-pictures.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (benotforgot)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532831281757512977.post-8170773349842600719Fri, 08 Apr 2011 01:55:00 +00002011-04-07T21:20:25.054-05:00heartnightvoicestormsrainmemoriesdawnhandsIn loving memoryof ~ Bennie Everhart ~ 20 March 1948 ~ 07 April 2010If I had only knownIt was the last walk in the rainI'd keep you out for hours in the stormI would hold your handLike a life line to my heartUnderneath the thunder we'd be warmIf I had only knownIt was our last walk in the rainIf I had only knownI'd never hear your voice againI'd memorize each thing you ever saidAnd on those http://benotforgot-quotes.blogspot.com/2011/04/if-i-had-only-known.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (benotforgot)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532831281757512977.post-2285356947176686904Sun, 27 Mar 2011 18:53:00 +00002011-03-27T14:04:18.860-05:00mountainsnamesSeussSo . . .be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Brayor Mordecai Ali Van Allen O'Shea,you're off to Great Places!Today is your day!Your mountain is waiting.So . . . get on your way!Oh, the Places You'll Go!byDr. SeussAs quoted atThe Sand Creek Sentinelhttp://benotforgot-quotes.blogspot.com/2011/03/surnames.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (benotforgot)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532831281757512977.post-7062908401740869885Sat, 26 Mar 2011 06:57:00 +00002011-03-26T02:33:01.400-05:00Frostroaddaymorning'Tis now 2 a.m. . . . on the morning of the anniversary of the date on which my cousin, Robert Lee Frost, was born . . . I'm watching re-runs of Fame from 1984 . . . and they just recited the following poem on the show . . .Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth;http://benotforgot-quotes.blogspot.com/2011/03/road-not-taken.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (benotforgot)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532831281757512977.post-4040219093485198119Fri, 25 Mar 2011 04:03:00 +00002011-03-25T00:14:53.982-05:00songsechoesrestnightsorrowfoostepsraintimemusicdarknessLongfellowdayPublished 1844The day is done, and the darknessFalls from the wings of Night,As a feather is wafted downwardFrom an eagle in his flight.I see the lights of the villageGleam through the rain and the mist,And a feeling of sadness comes o'er meThat my soul cannot resist:A feeling of sadness and longing,That is not akin to pain,And resembles sorrow onlyAs the mist resembles the rain.Come, read to me http://benotforgot-quotes.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-is-done.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (benotforgot)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532831281757512977.post-1401457145354277393Sun, 27 Feb 2011 21:20:00 +00002011-02-27T15:20:00.259-06:00nightroadsuntrainwindowsbellsdaycloudsmeadowsriverfuneralshadowsLongfellowThe day is ending,The night is descending;The marsh is frozen,The river dead. Through clouds like ashesThe red sun flashesOn village windowsThat glimmer red. The snow recommences;The buried fencesMark no longerThe road o'er the plain; While through the meadows,Like fearful shadows,Slowly passesA funeral train. The bell is pealing,And every feelingWithin me respondsTo the dismal knell; Shadows arehttp://benotforgot-quotes.blogspot.com/2011/02/afternoon-in-february.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (benotforgot)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532831281757512977.post-6246325508339609278Sat, 12 Feb 2011 17:03:00 +00002011-02-12T11:03:00.140-06:00Why can't we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together? I guess that wouldn't work. Someone would leave. Someone always leaves. Then we would have to say good-bye. I hate good-byes. I know what I need. I need more hellos.Charles M. Schulz26 November 26 1922 – 12 February 2000http://benotforgot-quotes.blogspot.com/2011/02/more-hellos.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (benotforgot)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532831281757512977.post-3252906074311365344Fri, 11 Feb 2011 05:32:00 +00002011-02-10T23:42:51.789-06:00worldstormssunshineHomememoriesfacefathergraveshandsheavenlyshoreriverhopesshadowsJesusmansionforeverheartsThe following was submitted by a family member for publication in the Rockdale Reporter in 1912 following the 10th of February death of my 2nd great-grandpa, William Paschal Henry (1836-1912) . . . 'Tis hard to break the tender cord,When love has bound our hearts.'Tis hard, so hard to speak the wordsMust we forever part?Dearest father we have laid theeIn the peaceful grave's embrace,But thy http://benotforgot-quotes.blogspot.com/2011/02/must-we-forever-part.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (benotforgot)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532831281757512977.post-4758009827110588287Thu, 10 Feb 2011 17:03:00 +00002011-02-10T11:03:00.182-06:00housetreeswindowsWilderSo they all went away from the little log house. The shutters were over the windows, so the little house could not see them go. It stayed there inside the log fence, behind the two big oak trees that in the summertime had made green roofs for Mary and Laura to play under. And that was the last of the little house.fromLittle House on the PrairiebyLaura Ingalls Wilder07 February 1867 - 10 February http://benotforgot-quotes.blogspot.com/2011/02/big-oak-trees.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (benotforgot)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532831281757512977.post-5656438138820612842Tue, 08 Feb 2011 17:03:00 +00002011-02-08T11:03:00.423-06:00Is this the little girl I carried?Is this the little boy at play?I don't remember growing olderWhen did they?When did she get to be a beauty?When did he grow to be so tall?Wasn't it yesterdayWhen they were small?Sunrise, sunsetSunrise, sunsetSwiftly flow the daysSeedlings turn overnight to sunflowersBlossoming even as we gazeSunrise, sunsetSunrise, sunsetSwiftly fly the yearsOne season following http://benotforgot-quotes.blogspot.com/2011/02/sunrise-sunset.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (benotforgot)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532831281757512977.post-8145995358001956528Mon, 07 Feb 2011 17:03:00 +00002011-02-07T15:26:37.141-06:00grandpahousegrandmaWilderA long time ago, when all the grandfathers and grandmothers of today were little boys and little girls or very small babies, or perhaps not even born, Pa and Ma and Mary and Laura and Baby Carrie left their little house in the Big Woods of Wisconsin. They drove away and left it lonely and empty in the clearing among the big trees, and they never saw that little house again.fromLittle House on thehttp://benotforgot-quotes.blogspot.com/2011/02/long-time-ago.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (benotforgot)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532831281757512977.post-3417333702790631547Mon, 07 Feb 2011 17:03:00 +00002011-02-07T14:15:24.181-06:00heavenpresentDickenswinterhopesspringdespairdarknesstimeslightIt was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going http://benotforgot-quotes.blogspot.com/2011/02/season-of-light.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (benotforgot)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532831281757512977.post-6863835039103563216Mon, 31 Jan 2011 17:03:00 +00002011-01-31T11:03:00.721-06:00tombstonecharacterremembermarbleheartsSpurgeonlovewitherforget-me-notA good character is the best tombstone. Those who loved you, and were helped by you, will remember you when forget-me-nots are withered. Carve your name on hearts, and not on marble.Charles Haddon Spurgeon19 June 1834 ~ 31 January 1892http://benotforgot-quotes.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-forget-me-nots-are-withered.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (benotforgot)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532831281757512977.post-743371206407436019Tue, 18 Jan 2011 17:03:00 +00002011-01-19T18:30:55.557-06:00KiplingcometsworkchaircanvasstarspictureMasterGodfamesaintsWhen Earth's last picture is paintedand the tubes are twisted and dried,When the oldest colours have faded,and the youngest critic has died,We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need itlie down for an eon or two,Till the Master of All Good Workmenshall put us to work anew!And those that were good shall be happy:they shall sit in a golden chair;They shall splash at a ten-league canvaswith brushes ofhttp://benotforgot-quotes.blogspot.com/2011/01/brushes-of-comets-hair.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (benotforgot)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532831281757512977.post-3204547119790883774Fri, 31 Dec 2010 22:07:00 +00002011-01-07T16:20:23.696-06:00yearssunheathergloomwinterwalkgood-byeraintearswreathcloudsfathertogetherprayersheartfarewellhappinessdawnDoudneyDecemberFarewell, Old Year, we walk no more together,I catch the sweetness of thy latest sigh;And, crowned with yellow brake and withered heather,I see thee stand beneath this cloudy sky.Here, in the dim light of a gray December,We part in smiles, and yet we met in tears,Watching thy chilly dawn, I well rememberI thought thee saddest born of all the years.I knew not then what precious gifts were http://benotforgot-quotes.blogspot.com/2010/12/farewell-old-year.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (benotforgot)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532831281757512977.post-7616874678651610264Sat, 25 Dec 2010 17:03:00 +00002011-01-07T16:31:12.145-06:00Jarvisrememberseasongood-byeheartsfriendsfamilymomentsGoodrumpicturehandsCome and gather 'round at the tablein the spirit of family and friendsand we'll all join hands and remember this moment'til the season comes 'round againSo let us smile for the pictureand we'll hold it as long as we canmay it carry us through should we ever get lonely'til the season comes 'round againOne night, holy and brightshining with love from our heartsby a warm fire let's lift our hands http://benotforgot-quotes.blogspot.com/2010/12/til-season-comes-round-again.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (benotforgot)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532831281757512977.post-5310337197401158325Sat, 25 Dec 2010 05:45:00 +00002010-12-24T23:48:34.460-06:00ChristmasThis time-honored holiday is again at hand, and many stockings, we opine, will be hung to-night with light hearts and tiny hands for presents rich, which the old man with the reindeer and sledge [sic] has for time out of mind had credit for bringing. Christmas, the most widely observed, perhaps, of all holidays, is to the children of Christendom an event fraught with peculiar interest and http://benotforgot-quotes.blogspot.com/2010/12/1859-christmas-time-honored-holiday.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (benotforgot)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532831281757512977.post-3734289945664925214Fri, 24 Dec 2010 13:47:00 +00002010-12-24T08:19:08.946-06:00nightvoicelampwintersilencesnowshadesfiremorninghandsThe lamp is burning low upon my table topThe snow is softly fallingThe air is still in the silence of my roomI hear your voice softly calling.If I could only have you nearTo breathe a sigh or twoI would be happy just to hold the hands I loveOn this winter night with you. . . .The fire is dying now, my lamp is growing dimThe shades of night are liftingThe morning light steals across my http://benotforgot-quotes.blogspot.com/2010/12/song-for-winters-night.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (benotforgot)4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532831281757512977.post-4660541163504372503Sun, 19 Dec 2010 02:29:00 +00002010-12-18T20:31:36.611-06:00valleypastriverlifetimehorizonWhittierflowersThe continuity of life is never broken; the river flows onward and is lost to our sight, but under its new horizon it carries the same waters which it gathered under ours; and its unseen valleys are made glad by the offerings which are borne down to them from the Past, flowers, perchance, the germs of which its own waves had planted on the banks of Time. -- John Greenleaf Whittier http://benotforgot-quotes.blogspot.com/2010/12/continuity-of-life-is-never-broken.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (benotforgot)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532831281757512977.post-4189709823166619129Tue, 14 Dec 2010 17:03:00 +00002010-12-14T13:07:06.382-06:00heavennightMemespeaceGeorge CoopergriefChristmasGodgravesjoysorrowBethlehemshoredeathstarsearthloveStar of the East, Oh Bethlehem's star, Guiding us on to Heaven afar!Sorrow and grief are lull'd by the light. Thou hope of each mortal, in death's lonely night!Fearless and tranquil, we look up to thee! Knowing thou beam'st thro' eternity!Help us to follow where Thou still dost guide, Pilgrims of earth so wide.Star of the East, thou hope of the soul, While round us here the dark billows roll,Leadhttp://benotforgot-quotes.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-caroling-star-of-east.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (benotforgot)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532831281757512977.post-1875010791858715641Wed, 08 Dec 2010 23:28:00 +00002010-12-08T19:44:20.837-06:00BeNotForgothorsesChristmasBostonLet's give them a rousing Christmas,The horses, I mean, this year;Let the big tree in the public squareBe weighted with Yuletide cheer.Send word to the drivers of BostonThat the date be not forgot;Bid each bring his beast to the Christmas feastIn the same old well-known spot.A tree for the work-worn horses,Tired horses that plod the street;Who earn their way with no other payThan a bed and a bitehttp://benotforgot-quotes.blogspot.com/2010/12/horses-christmas-tree.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (benotforgot)2