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Comment 71 of 121, added on March 8th, 2012 at 2:05 PM.
smz91z A round of applause for your blog post.Much thanks again. Cool.
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Comment 70 of 121, added on November 30th, 2010 at 4:20 PM.
This was a amazing poem it really touched me it was just terrific in every
single way possible I loved it so much.
marie from United States
Comment 69 of 121, added on June 18th, 2010 at 10:39 PM.
The Passing Of The Old Backhouse
Comment on the above referenced title.... have just found the above
titled poem, signed by James Whitcomb Riley, within old family documents.
It seems to be original, and signed by Mr. Riley. However, can not find
this poem referenced within his known works. Is there a web site one could
possibly compare his authenticated signature with the one I have? Having
direction to this site would be appreciated. Or receiving other helpful
suggestions of how to properly determine if what I've found can be
attributed to Mr. Riley, would be wonderful.
Scott V. Wood
from United States
Comment 68 of 121, added on April 17th, 2010 at 9:50 PM.
I was feeling a little nostalgic today and had to find these poems!
my favorite teacher, mrs.simmons, 4th grade, read these to us quite often.
We all sat in amazement as she read so smoothly and with such emotion! They
kept things interesting and fun, still remember like it was yesterday. Now
i must find a book so i can read them to my grandchildren and hopefully
make memories for them!
robin www.0namesleft.etsy.com from United States
Comment 67 of 121, added on February 18th, 2010 at 3:19 PM.
I love this poem!
My great-grandfather taught this peom to my grandmother, who taught it to
my mom and aunt, and they in turn taught it to my cousin and I. My mom
would recite this poem to me at night when we were riding i the car on a
long trip, but for some reason it never scared me. My cousin has tried to
carry on the tradition of sharing the poem with her children, but they
don't seem too interested. Too bad. I consider it to be a classic.
from United States
Comment 66 of 121, added on January 8th, 2010 at 12:22 PM.
Little Orphant Annie
This poem is the nucleus of one of my favorite childhood memories. My
cousin and I were rocked in an old overstuffed chair by our grandmother
whose Osark dialect made JWR's written dialect of "Little Orphant Annie"
and "The Bear Story" an easy stretch. She encouraged our imaginations and
the cricket sounds in her fireplace became evidence of the "fireplace
fairies". When we kids made mud cakes and candies and slid them under the
gas logs in her fireplace, we were amazed to see them the next morning
transformed by the fairies into real sweet treats remarkably similar to our
creative intentions. Grannie was our "Annie".
Troy from United States
Comment 65 of 121, added on January 31st, 2009 at 5:04 PM.
Brings a smile to my face and tears to my eyes. My mother recited it to me
and in turn I recited it to my children and grandchildren, The
grandchildren had never heard the "country" pronunciation of a lot of the
words and they thought it was very amusing; they would giggle and laugh.
In turn, it added another demension to that wonderful poem. I hope it is
Jackie Martin from United States
Comment 64 of 121, added on December 16th, 2008 at 3:42 PM.
My Dad used to read this to me. Probably why I read horror now. He read
it with such authority and conviction. We lived way out in the
country...lots of places for goblins in the dark. Yikes!
gina from United States
Comment 63 of 121, added on December 5th, 2008 at 6:38 PM.
This is just how my Mom tells is. I made a copy on film of my Mom telling
it so I would never forget it. I use to love it when she would tell it to
me but I confess it would still scare me. She has that sweet southern
Virginia accent and could just tell it the right way. I was so happy to
find it because she had started forgetting it and I didn't have my VCR
hooked up anymore.
Thanks so much. Brenda
Brenda from United States
Comment 62 of 121, added on November 1st, 2008 at 12:50 PM.
I, too, recall my mother reciting the poem around Halloween; she being
raised in the Nashville, Tenn. area spoke with a soft southern accent which
added to the beauty of the recited poem.
When our three children were in grade school, I made copies of it, passing
it out to different teachers, some of whom had read it and others delighted
to hear it...for their stutents to hear.
Now with six grandchildren of my own, I will happily share it with them,
hoping that it will continue to be pasted along.
june krejdovsky from United States
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