The independent-reporter. [volume] (Skowhegan, Me.) 1909-1955, 1913-07-24
FORMERsKOWHEGAN
. GIRL NOW WRITER
Grace E. Snow Offers
A Book Review
And Also Tells Us Something of Her
Life and Work


something of her life since leaving
Skowhegan, which Will doubtless be
of much interest TO her many friends
In this vicinity. Miss Snow says;
'In reply to your request for
brief sketch of myself | would say,
few people now residing in Skowhe-
gan could look back over twenty-five
years, and recall to mind a certain
tow headed" little girl, who was then
fortunate enough to own that pictures
que town for her home. They would
not remember her because she WAS
not unlike other little girls, unless
perhaps a trifie more reticent.
The subject of this sketch was born
In Madison, but early removed to
Skowhegan where she, together with
her sisters, attended school. After
some five or six years, the family went
to Massachusetts, where the writer
entered the public schools of Roxbury.
1t was there that her father, the late
I.oriston L. Snow, died, after an i'll
ness covering period of five years.
From Roxbury. the mother, Mrs.
Ella Ridley Snow. and her daughters
established a home In Cambridge
where she and the writer still live.
Another daughter, married, lives In
the adjoining town OF Belmont, while
a third resides In the west.
Through the intervening years,
which have been busy ones, the mem
DRY of that old home stands out vivid
ly, and like golden thread 1t Is
woven through them, linking the beau
tiful past with the crowded days of
the present.
While yet child roaming the daisy
fields or sitting beside the river, The
writer uneensciously imbibed a love
for natures beauties that was to
serve her we'll In after years. Though
quiescent for SO long, this love soi
field and woodland. stream and bird
song, Is now finding expression in bits
of verse and even short stories
These literary achievements have
been pronounced by many as worthy
place of emnence In the world Of
letters. Such well-known authors as
, the Rev +. A. Horton and the late
Margaret e. Sangster, have Spoken
In the highest terms regarding Miss
Shows short stories, while her poems
have not been without their share oil
} high praise from those In authority
1t was said OF her In Memoriam, writ
ten in memory OF her father, that II
was worthy a Tennyson." All That
My Heart Desires is song recently
gotten out by this writer, and 1t prom
Uses to be great success, being con
sidered by all. the writer's greatest
achievement In this direction.
She Ia now working upon book
which, IL praise be a criterion, bids
fair to become most successful.
Although Massachusetts has been
her adopted home for so many years
and although many pleasant recol-
lections cling around the Bay State
Miss Shows watchword has ever been
and still is, Skowhegan first, Skow-
hogan last, Skowhegan always. Both
she and her mother look forward to
some day returning to the dear old
State of Pine Tree fame, and again
casting their lot among the people OF
beautiful and prosperous Skowhegan
nesting az 1t does on the banks oil
the River the writer loves to call her
friend-The Kennebec.
BOOK REVIEW BY MISS SNOW
May |, through the columns Of the
independent Reporter" Introduce
your people to little volume of
verses recently published. This book
is entitled Myself And |, And Other
POEMS" and comes from the prolific
pen of Miss Fannie Stearns Davis, of
Pittsfield. Massachusetts.
Miss Davis Is, beyond a doubt, true
lover of Nature, and the style In
which she writes, distinctively her
own, only serves to enhance Its love
Illness. Upon first acquaintance with
this collection of verse, the reader at
once shares with the author that
wanton spirit of restfessness to be up
and away with Pans People and the
Gypsy Folk; while the beauties OF
forest and field, mountain and sea
present themselves four-fold as we be-
hold them through Miss Davis eyes.
Who would not go up a Hill And
A HILL" just to see that "tawny field,
and catch glimpse Of the blue be-
tween the apple-bough, and smell the
''honeysuckle's sweet" There is
certainly a sense of kinship with my
self And l." for which one Of us has
not at some time wandered with our
self, and longed to do some pleasant
thing, yet q hidden force stayed the
act and thus hindered us from being
our true self, and I am sure the
Moods" have played us the same
trick many times. Would not any
of us love to lie beside Miss Davis
II hearth and "listen 70 the luuid flame"