Ramblewood Road

Of all the things my eyes have seen
in waking moments, fresh from dreams,
there is a memory still cuts keen
as sun cuts at the dawning.

I'd look at her there curled in sleep
afraid to move, I'd almost weep
at beauty that could cut so deep,
I'd wait to see her yawning.

Pondering how it came to be
that such beauty lay with me.
I'd watch her breathe and wait to see
her eyes light up the morning.

Wondering how, we'd come together
her first sigh, light as a feather,
became a crash like thunderous weather
her storm was as a warning.

Her sighs, her cries, her very eyes
were bright, as were the morning skies.
Her beauty almost made me cry
as I felt her body warming.

A touch, a kiss, afraid to miss
the smallest move which brought such bliss.
She opened like a blossom kissed
with dew from summer's storming.

These memories come from long ago
and speak of love I'd not yet known.
Remembering now how much I'd grown
I find myself in mourning.


For Leslie Ann Billmire
Hereford High School
Baltimore Maryland
1940-1989

If anyone has a photo of Leslie I would love to have a copy to post with this poem.
You can reach me at robertrswwilliams@yahoo.com 

Eyewitness to Lincoln's Assassination - (1956)

I'm always looking for old TV shows and unusual things to post here each day. It's not as simple as you might think. Sometimes I have 20 things ready to go at once; while at other times I am really scrambling for something interesting. It sometimes feels like "feast or famine", and at those times it boils down to "sink or swim."

At any rate, this is a cool little segment from the "I've Got a Secret" television show which aired on February 9, 1956. The guest is Samuel J.Seymour, 97 years young form Maryland. His claim to fame is that he witnessed the assassination of Abraham Lincoln as a boy. He was about 6 years old at the time of the event at Ford's Theater.

I won't recap the clip - best to let you view it without a preamble. Suffice to say that it just one of the things that I enjoy so much about the internet. I can actually go online and find oral accounts of historical events from people who not only never wrote these recollections down, but are now; as Lincoln was;  lost to the ages.

These clips are valuable additions to the books I read. Enjoy Mr. Seymour's story as you try to imagine life as a 6 year old boy in 1865 Washington, D.C.