I WILL TELL YOU OF A FELLOW

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I WILL TELL YOU OF A FELLOW

I will tell you of a fellow, of a fellow I have seen;

He is neither white nor yellow but he’s altogether green.

His name is nothing charming; it is only common “Bill.”

Now he wishes me to wed him but I hardly think I will.

He came last night to see me, and he made so long a stay,

I began to think the blockhead, never meant to go away.

And the tears the creature wasted were enough to turn a mill,

As he begged me to accept him but I do not think I will.

Now I know that I’d  not choose him but that I am fairly in it

For he says if I refuse him that he can not live a minute

And you know that the commandments plainly say we must not kill

So I’ve thought the matter over and I rather think I will.

(repeat last line of every verse.)

Written by Vida Rodgers, May 8, 1915)

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This is my grandmother (my daddy’s mother). My granddad must have thought she was kinda feisty; he was Jim – not Bill.  A copy of her handwritten note was passed on to me and I just discovered it recently.  I had a laugh.  You know how you think your grandmother was always old.  At least that was my thought.  I guess she was 20; it was a couple of years after she married Jim.  Maybe I got some of my love of rhyme from her.  Funny what things slip along in one’s DNA.

 

 

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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22 Responses to I WILL TELL YOU OF A FELLOW

  1. atimetoshare.me says:

    Most definitely have inherited her talent. What a sweet poem. It made me chuckle 😀

  2. Dawn Marie says:

    What a treasure you found! I do hope you hide it again for the next generation to unbury one day! (The photo alone is priceless!) Hugs!

  3. Alexis Rose says:

    Wow what a treasure!

  4. OBA says:

    what a priceless treasure!

  5. pranabaxom says:

    What a hidden gem.

  6. calmkate says:

    a real cute treasure, thanks for sharing 🙂

  7. it’s that same little twinkle in the eye!

    • oneta hayes says:

      In the picture she was probable about the same age I am now. Hope to have a twinkle. 😀
      Twinkle, twinkle…twinkle, I said, that’s not the same as tinkle. I have plenty of those, she says with a twinkle!

  8. Faye says:

    its certainly in the genes I reckon also the sparkling sense of fun and humour.

  9. Shreya says:

    It is really something priceless that you’ve discovered oneta. I feel you to be too young now.😂😂

  10. How wonderful to find this Oneta! It does seem like we always think of our parents and grandparents as having been born old. When we sorted through my in-laws stuff once they moved we found letters my dad in law had written to my mom in law when he was in the service. They are a treasure also!

    • oneta hayes says:

      How nice! I also have letters from mom and dad to each other before they were married My mom kept them. She also had letters I wrote to her when Sammy and I were dating. I wrote a few blogs about them last year. They were so funny. I poured out my broken heart one time when he went back to his old girlfriend. I would never have believed I wrote such things if I had not seen them!

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