Dad has told you some of the important events in our lives. He has missed some of the most important ones, to my way of thinking. But then he wouldn’t know too much about the first three of these because he was away when they happened. These events are the birth of our children. Uncle Sam and World War I took care of him being away when Glenna entered the world. My propensity of hurrying things to a finish and Frant’s being away with the sheep, where he couldn’t get home in less than a day’s time took care of the other two events.
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Luli says:

I came across this poem by my mom. She wrote a lot of deep, intense, beautiful, evocative poetry but she also could whip off more whimsical lines every now and then. This is a case of the latter. It's almost that time of year, so maybe you could post it or at least send it around?
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Glenna was fond of putting on imaginary concerts and dramatizations. She would arrange the chairs, boxes, blocks of wood and whatever she could find in rows. Kent and her mother and Dad were usually her only audience. On one occasion, when Kent was her sole audience, she said, very graciously, “This includes the program. Now Read More...