At a joint meeting of the Colonial Dames and Daughters of Founding Patriots at the Congregational Church in Northwood, we regaled one another with stories. “We’re not a very diverse group,” warned the woman who booked me. That made me smile.
My Aunt Rosa traced her ancestors back and got enough documentation to become a member of the Daughters of the American Revolution. I’ve got the scroll tucked away in a drawer somewhere. Rosa wasn’t very diverse either, come to think of it.
One lady recited a couple of family poems. My family has poems, too, one anyway. It involves Rosa and was a listing of the names of the children, because there were so many. Went something like:
Rosa, Etta, Tamar, Scott.
Molly, Polly, Jane and Dot.
And Dot was Ned but Ned didn’t rhyme.
On the other side of the family there were so many Robert Stewarts, we had a saying for that: Big Rob, Little Rob, Rob’s Rob and Curly Bob.
Here’s one of the family poems from a Colonial Dame (or maybe she was a Daughter of Founding Patriots).
Stephen Stephen, cut the cheese!
Even or odd
I’m going to have my cheese
by God
Stephen was also the one, evidently, who wanted to help out by burning the cobwebs in the woodshed. A nimrod move if there ever was one.
I’d LOVE to hear some more family saying and poems. Send them my way by clicking comments below or e-mailing [email protected].