Amanuensis Monday - Grandma Hill's Poetry, week 19

George Edward Ormsby, you cute little dear

I wish it was so you could live near.

So I could cuddle, and maybe spoil you a bit

And paddle your little butty, when I saw fit.

I hope you grow up healthy, happy and strong

And nothing for you ever, ever goes wrong.

When you grow up to be a big manly man

I hope you'll make mama and papa as happy as you can.

George Edward Ormsby with his father Charles Victor Ormsby in February 1950. 

Note:  This poem was written to her first great-grandson, born in 1945.  He was born in Cumberland Co., IL, while she was living in Toledo, OH.

Nancy Jane Wiley Hill (1875-1960) was always writing something.  Many of those poems are now in the possession of her granddaughter Shirley Kern.  Shirley, with the help of her sister-in-law Ruth Ormsby, transcribed these poems in 1996 for a Hill-Ormsby-Kern family reunion.  I am going to post many of these poems so that they may be enjoyed by all.

These are copyright 1996 and reprinted with permission.