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The Weblog at The View from the Core - Sat. 03/27/04 07:55:50 AM
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New Blog in the Neighborhood Herb is also posting the poetry of his mother, Marie Schmitt Ely: I never knew that there was a “desert hill” until after I read through my mother’s poems several times. She died from leukemia in April, 1946. It was 56 years later before I began to gather up, read, and meditate upon the poems that she must have packaged away when she knew she was terminally ill. Now I know where that desert hill was and, broadly, what happened there. The hill was a place near the University of New Mexico campus. My father and mother courted there. From their poems and letters it is clear that love blossomed on that hill. As with other mountaintop experiences, it is the treasure of memories that transform and sustain. In an August 1946, my father wrote to his sister-in-law: “The desert hill at (University of New Mexico) now has a golf course but in 12 years there are many desert hills.” .... One category presents her poems that accompanied the publication of silkscreen prints of 18th-century paintings by Franciscan missionaries. Lane Core Jr. CIW P Sat. 03/27/04 07:55:50 AM |
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