The Salt Lake herald-Republican. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1909-1918, 1910-07-10
MEAKINS GO TO
HOME OF POETESS
Former Utahns Spend Day
With Mrs. Ella Wheeler
Wilcox
RECITES FOR AUTHORIZES
LAUREATE OF PASSION VERSES
IS MUCH PLEASED.

The following letter has been re-
celved from John p. Mealdn AT New
York:
Prearranged by correspondence
with Mrs. Ella Wheeler wilcox. Mrs.
NcaIxin and myself left on the Now
York. New Haven a Hartford rail-
road Sunday. July 8. for visit with
this talented woman at her country
home. The Bungalow. Granite Bay.
Short Beach, Conn The distance
from New York 70 New Haven IS
seventy-two miles. covered on the
limited ia one hour and thirty-eight
minutes. The heat In New York City
AZ the present time IS one continuous
Turkish bath" therefore IL was a
splendid relief TO speed away from IT,
catching at times the cool breezes Of
the sea
On the train we met a number OF
Boston people and chattcd with them.
Casual remarks that we were from
salt Lake, on our way 70 visit the
pootess. Mrs. Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
was quite enough 20 start the ques-
ton box" running I'm double-Quick
time. Questions about MOrmons.
growth Of Salt Lake. pOlyEamy. poll
tics. poetry and Mrs. Wilcox tumbled
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was crowded into about one hour
seemed % add TO everybody's enjoy
monL The breeze IN the western
story seer I'd 10 refresh quite as much
a. the brvszy atmosphere Of the sea
We soon arrived at New Haven. the
home OF Yale. Using a printed card
OF direction OF how and where TO go.
which Mrs Wilcox had sent us IN her
letter OF invitation. we followed the
chart. otherwise. like the babes IN the
wood. we would have been lost
Prom New Haven we took a trolley
car 70 Bungalow Lane. about eight
miles out IN the country.
In Old New Haven.
We journeyed through the old
parts OF New Haven, dotted with
pretty. picturesque and dilapidated
buildings. and passed people. black
and white. young and old. their faces
indicating All shades OF intellect and
phases OF social standing. We now
passed on into the quiet. ana ~
seemsd as though we had left civili-
Eation far behind us. and found
beauty and grandeur IN the absolute
silence and solitude OF nature. We
travelled on and on. over hill and dale.
through low land and high land. bog
and fern IL was n beautiful. shift
ing scene OF variegated colors, cheer
ing ana pleasing.
The contrast OF life and its sur
roundlngs IN the short space OF two
hours was very wonderful First,
New York City, with its clamor and
IT'S millions. It's tOmb-like streets.
from which a little flower can never
lift It's head. where, above the noise
and din OF trade. one hears continual
- the stentorian tones OF tho ma
chine railroad man calling step I've
ly. more room ahead" then the slow
going. old-fashioned C-nnecticut.
where the lanes are green. the roads
are dusty and the sidewalks sandy,
and where the easy. slow. cheerful
oid-tirner chats with you genially:
where the conductor looks pleasant
and says How do" and hands you
your transfer any old time. II r.
vaudeville OF the highest order. At
last our particular conductor. with a
smile. said. Next stop IL yours"
What he meant 20 shy was bungalow
lane. the home OF Ella Wheeler VIII
cox" 10 was unnecessary for him 70
speak these words. for a first glance
down the lane suggested poetry, mu-
Eic. art, refinement. sunshine,
flowers There we saw "a fairy gar
den spot hid IN n nest OF rOses''-a
cosy bungalow. Going down the lane
and through the trees. we looked on
Granite bay. n beautiful piece Of wa
ter. dotted with boats, filled with
lovers singing and laughing to the
music OF the chuE-chuEEing OF the
gasoline engine as 70 floated them
over the silvery riDpies. We now
passed under large archway OF
scarlet climber and hOneysuckle vine.
through a pretty garden OF shady
hooks and clustering flowers. and ar
rived ~ the steps OF the bungalow.
At The door, on large porch, stood
gracious figure. and we saw the
bcaming face OF Americas creates,
and NOSE helpful woman. Ella
Wheeler wilcox. Both hands were
extended in greeting to the two salt
L.akcrs. Mr. and Mrs. Meakin.
In Poetry and Song.
In this sweet little home with this
sweet little woman. we spent several
hours IN poetry. song and optimistic
helpful talk. By request 1 gave
many poems from the heart and brair
OF lIrr. Wilcox. recited by me all over
the western country, with the gentle
author as chief auditor. A Few
neigh : dropped IN. and all seemed
20 ent Re entertainment, and the
Moakins -cll-thoy Just enjoyed
every ate. Light refreshment,
were servo ~ Mrs. Wilcox's own fail
hands She asked many question,
about her circle Of friends Ia Sal
Lake City. Mrs. Richards, Mrs. Wells
Mrs. Dusenberry. not forgetting oui
old friend. Charlie johnson, the pho
t0Erapher.
Through me, the lady sends warm.
est greetings 10 all her friends n
Utah
Space will not permit Of my givins
much OF a description OF Mrs VIII.
cox-s home. The Bungalow, It's beau.
uful natural surroundings nor Of 70,
quaint and wonderful furnishings and
interior decoration Il Is the idea.
horne Of the poet. thinker and scholar
The walls and tables are rustic rec.
ords ~ carved and scratched name.
o. Visitors from the ends OF the earth
actors. singers. soulptors. authors and
composers. There are also rars
hanEinRs and curios from all parts OF
the world. both Oriental and Occi.
dental. collected By the owner IN hel
travels