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EPISODE 26 GRANDMA CHAPMAN’S POETRY

I’M ALLAN CHAPMAN, AND THANKS FOR JOINING ME.  I AM WRITING THE FINAL SCENE OF MR. WUGIDGEM AND THE FACES OF FREEDOM THIS WEEK.  I WILL DO THE FINAL EDITING THE FOLLOWING WEEK, SO I HOPE TO RESUME PODCASTING OF THIS EXCITING STORY THE WEEK AFTER THAT.  SO… FOR THE NEXT TWO WEEKS I WILL BE PODCASTING MORE OF GRANDMA CHAPMAN’S POETRY.  TODAY’S POEM IS ENTITILED A LATE FEBRUARY STORM.  IT CAPTURES THE BLUSTER AND THE BEAUTY OF A LATE WINTER SNOW STORM.

GRANDMA CHAPMAN'S POETRY

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A Late February Storm

A LATE FEBRUARY STORM

BY

FLORENCE CHAPMAN

A moist, heavy snow is falling today.

Making of our world a real fairyland

Of white, on the shrubs and trees,

With big flakes that whirl on the wintry breeze.

Now Winter has come to us once more,

With its bluster and cold and snow,

Making the roads again slippery and rough,

So get out your shovels and “do your stuff.”

Those of us who don’t have to go out,

Can stay inside all cozy and nice,

Watching the storm, as it blows around,

And feeding the birds, who now abound.

Written on February 24, 1969 in Brooklyn, Connecticut

A SHORT HISTORY OF GRANDMA CHAPMAN’S POETRY

I started audio podcasting my Grandmother’s poetry last year each week when I was writing my fourth Children’s Fantasy, Mr. Wugidgem And The Snow Queen. Grandma wrote her poetry between 1917  and 1969, a copy of which she gave me in July, 1969.  I have rediscovered her talent, particularly as I began to read them aloud last year in my audio podcasts.  When I finished writing Mr. Wugidgem And The Snow Queen, I began podcasting those episodes, and then started writing the fifth Mr. Wugidgem book which has the working title, Faces Of Freedom.  I hope to finish it this month and begin podcasting it next month.  If you would like to hear these previous audio podcasts, click the link below:

Chapman Children Stories Audio Podcasts

Today’s poem is entitled My Trip To Long Island.  Perhaps this will evoke memories of your Grandmother as well.  As I did last week, I am including the poem for you to follow along as I read.  To hear the podcast click on the link below:

Direct Link To Episode 24 Grandma Chapman’s Poetry

MY TRIP TO LONG ISLAND

BY FLORENCE CHAPMAN

My hearty thanks to one and all,

For what you did for me, each day,

To make my visit so very nice,

And cheer me up along they way.

At Fran and Ann’s it was real fun,

With rides and new sights to see.

Allan and Georgi were good hosts, too,

With Jenine and Jennifer to play with me.

Ken and Carolyn were kindly folks,

Smiling Tracy was happy there.

Jeanne’s arrival from far off London

Was an event I was glad to share.

So everyone made my stay worthwhile,

With the good times I had while there.

May all go well with these dear ones,

As they travel here, there, and everywhere.

Written February 4, 1969 in Brooklyn, Connecticut

TALKING TO THE WORLD FROM PAN AM CLIPPERS, GRANDMA CHAPMAN’S POETRY, ET AL

TALKING TO THE WORLD FROM PAN AM’S CLIPPERS

GRANDMA CHAPMAN’S POETRY

ADVENTURES WITH MR. WIGUDGEM

SLAVES ON HORSEBACK

IN MEDIUS RES (IN THE MIDDLE OF THINGS)

I’ve decided to launch this new blog in the middle of Grandma Chapman’s Poetry.  For those of you who have been listening to my weekly podcasts, I am still writing book 5 in the Mr. Wugidgem Children’s Stories, and I’m about two-thirds of the way to the end.  For the next couple of weeks I’ll be reading my Grandmother’s poetry, which she wrote between 1917 and 1969.  Then I will switch to reading from my Father’s book, Talking To The World From Pan Am’s Clippers.

DIRECT LINK TO EPISODE 23 GRANDMA CHAPMAN’S POETRY

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GRANDMA CHAPMAN’S FAMILY

As a departure from my ordinary practice, I am including the text of my Grandmother’s poetry so you can read along with me.  Today’s Episode is entitled A Happy Home.

A HAPPY HOME

BY FLORENCE CHAPMAN

God bless this new home,

And all who here abide,

Guide them when they roam,

And may no ill betide.

Keep them happy and content,

Trusting that all is fair,

Wherever they may be sent,

By land or sea or air.

Written in December, 1968 at the Anchorage Motel, Cold Spring Harbor, New York