Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-10-05
Atlanta Lass Of IS Who Frocs in Playhouse and Garden

would bring delight to the soul of any follower
of Mohammed
Much of the weaving is done in the play
day, all the time plying the rags for her weav-
Ing, with busy hands 1t is very pleasant to
weave when your hands are inspired to pat
terms for your Romance Rug" and your brain
watching the flowers come and go day after
house. Mrs. Robson sits in the front door
Is inspired to thoughts for her Garden Book"
and the inspiration is coming all the time from
the sound of birds singing and flowers nOdding
Over the door of the playhouse, just above
her head as she sits there weaving, is the in
scription, in Latin: God has given me this
resting place"
Mrs. Robson did not explain why the inscrp-
ton should have been a borrowed thing and
In Latin She has written many things as
beautiful, and original phrases they are at
that
In the cabin, which is of plain pine saplings
and which has matched roof she has gathered
an the things she loves the best-she says they
are her choicest possessions There are little
pictures, books that have been her COMPANIONS
things from her own childhood, with many a
memory around, probably, and possessions of
her own sons and daughters when they were
children.
There is couch to lie upon and rest when
the sun outside is too hot for a white-haired
great-grandmOther, even if she is the most ener-
getic great-grandmother alive and is working
out labor Of love. And lying there she can
think.
There is a rocking chair inside also All the
little house is arranged careeSsly, as you very
naturally would think a child's playhouse
should be arranged. And yet in all the IA
mlliar diSarray there is a hint of order lust
as II things were arranged that the hands
OF the playhouse dweller may find loved things
In the dark
Altogether, there is room enough and a spot
sufficiently propitious in which to write the
Garden Book"
OF all the things that you might consider
wonderful about this little province of fairy
land, there is none Of them so wonderful-ex-
cept the white-haired grandmother herself-as
the Garden Book In it are her thoughts
and her dreams and her confessions
And you must admit that, coming from a
seyenty-hve-year-old woman who glories in
playhouse, who weaves romance rugs who
plants and tends her own garden, the Gar
den Book" must be interesting
1t is. Its style is simple and sweet and nat
uTally melodious just as you imagine would
be the writing of Walter Pater, if he were not
so evidently striving for his beautiful effect
1t is Il style without technique. vet surprising
technique, truthfully revealing the mind of a
white-haired great grandmother who can see
an element of wonder and beauty and spir-
ituality in the world.
1t is much to the credit of her eldest grand
son that the book written for him and
dedicated TO him, because. as the writer said
"he loved to dig in the earth and plant" as
she did.
At the first of the book is stanza, clipped
from the pages of a formal, printed book. 1t
is:
The kiss of the sun for pardon
The song of the birds for mirth: 81
One is nearer Gods heart in a garden, =
Than any here else earth" 8HE