I find more & more of the desendants of the Light House Tribe are into writing, most specificly poetry. My mother wrote poem, as did some of her brothers & sisters, their mother Edith Webster-Lash wrote a ton of poems. Here is a poem by
Poem for thought
As I sit here all alone I thank the Lord I have a home.
And now I think I’ve found a gal that will make a real good Pal.
I know that we are getting old so lets not let our love grow cold.
So I nope that we both keep our sight so we will both do things right.
I know it’s hard to leave ones home but it’s much better than being alone.
We might be in a field of clover, so sit rightdown and think it over.
I know good things are hard to find so don’t think we should change our mind.
And when I go to bed at night I lay and wonder if you will write.
And so if goes the whole night through, I just lay there and think of you.
I hope its plain for you to see so sit right down and write to me.
And tell me just how you feel so we can some day make a deal.
So I will sit and wish and try and so I’ll close and say by by.
With all my Love, Bert
I just sit and ponder on how this poem was created, Bert was working on the railroad at this time and Elizabeth (known as Lizzie to her family) was living in Woodstock, Ontario, Canada. I wonder if they met while he was working on the line, or if they met through her half brother James. However they met, you can tell that he was smitten with her.
November 1, 1906
They look so happy in their wedding photo… so sad that 15 short years later Lizzie died only 5 month after giving birth to the youngest of their four daughters of Acute Nephritis (Acute nephritis is a sudden inflammation of the kidney.).
Much Love from Michigan, Sherry