Amanuensis Monday - Grandma Hill's Poetry, week 25

THE EARTH AND THE ROCK

Gathering sea slides up round rock,

Gashes earth bank, defeated, lost.  Lock

Of earth is launched to sea,

Elemental symphony.

Offspring of earth explores

Helpless until new shores;

Clutches top of rock to wait

'Til new wave decides new fate.

Coasters of sea continue,

Characterizing rock sinew,

Rising sea's great mouth, with shock,

Swallows earth and rock.

After tide fall, rock will stand,

Earth needs to find rock again.

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.

Amanuensis Monday - Grandma Hill's Poetry, week 24

THE SEA

Anger at rock barriers ordeals energies,

Exhausted, lies prone, placid,

Rests in the sun,

Fertilizes egg clouds.

Playfully washes the dwellers,

Sense of humor with guests

Supports them, enjoys their shock,

Sometimes destroys, not knowing own strength.

Appetite satisfied by feelers,

Offering sacrifice; tribute to master,

A sometime friend to man,

Aloof companion to land.

Powerful, strange, deep,

Sensitive, complex sea.

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.

Amanuensis Monday - Grandma Hill's Poetry, week 23

To the Ormsbys, Victor, Myrtle and little George Ed.

You ask if I still write verse, 'tis enough said.

The winter's been so cold and we've had so much snow.

I seldom take my pen in hand any mo'.

I changed my furnace to oil and quit the dirty coal.

So I nearly froze to death in this drafty old hole.

The oil burned so fast, my money seemed to fly away.

Just count it yourself, I used 10 or 11 gallons a day.

As each gallon burned away, went thirteen and a half cents.

And besides that my gas bills come in dollars, and not pence.

But enough grumbling, we've all got along just swell.

And I'm glad we're all coming through, happy, saucy and well.

With my house, my roomers and my boarders, my days are quite full.

Days when I'm lazy, it seems to be a long, hard pull.

But I just keep moving and doing here a little bit and there a little bit.

And finally get it done in good time, then I quit.

The snows came and the ice froze up so hard

that since Xmas I've not been out of the yard.

On Sat. Don gets my groceries and meat to last all week.

My milk's delivered and Don goes to the store, the bread to seek.

Evenings I listen to the radio and I sit and crochet.

If I get blue, I play "Sol" to drive my troubles away.

I don't seem to care for shows, skating, dancing, not even men

So when I get ready for bed, I don't have to ask anyone where or when.

I hope this finds you all just spinning along at top speed

With plenty of everything, and doing each day some useful deed.

You say May is getting better, but recovery seems slow.

We all hope that very soon she'll be up, busy, happy and on the go.

Jessie and Don told me much about little George Ed

Just kiss him for me on his little red curly head.

Victor and Myrtle just give a big kiss to each other

And play like that it came from your gray haired grandmother.

 

Note: This poem refers to Grandma Hill's daughter Jessie Hill Ormsby Kern (1895-1963), her sons Donald and Charles Victor Ormsby.  Charles Victor was always called Vic or Victor - his wife was Myrtle and their oldest son was George Edward.  Jessie and Don lived near her in Toledo, OH.  Vic and his family lived near Casey, IL.  Also mentioned is Lelia Mae Ormsby Baker ("May") who was Jessie's first husband's sister.  This was written sometime between 1945 when George was born, and 1954 when Mae died.  Most likely it was written before 1949 when Vic and Myrtle had their second son Charles, since he is not mentioned.

Grandma Hill used to rent rooms in her house to boarders.

Note the price of heating oil - 13-1/2 cents per gallon! 

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.

Amanuensis Monday - Grandma Hill's Poetry, week 22

Two little boys, whose last name was Hill,

had taken many and many a pill.

'Till along came Doctor Diethelm with tweezers and knives

And assured them he'd come to save their lives.

He stood looking wise, with hand in his pocket

And said "Well, boys, what's the first thing on docket?"

After thumping and sounding I find Science has proved

The very wisest thing is to have adenoids and tonsils removed.

And now, as we are done with our whittles

Next thing,  we will see to your vittles.

And after reading the menu through,

We'll see what cod liver oil will do.

This with milk, eggs, little meat and much spinach

Some spuds, tomatoes and beans just fill out our menage"

So with Mother, Anna, and Nurse Parker to talk and cajole

The little boys followed the good Doctor's role.

And have grown fat, hale and strong, but some lazy

'Till now they nearly drive their Dad nutty and crazy.

Note:   Although I'm not exactly sure who this poem was written to, it was probably 2 of her grandsons.  Grandma Hill had 4 Hill grandsons - they were Charles Victor Hill (1924-52), Edwin James "Wimp" Hill (1928- ), Lawrence Gerald Hill (1935-2013), and Donald Eugene Hill (1940 -  ).  They all grew up in Toledo, OH, where three generations of Dr. Diethelm's practiced as Family doctors.  Her Hill great-grandsons were either two young, or not in Toledo.   I have asked several older family members, and none knows who Anna was.  She was not the mother of any of these boys.

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.