Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1921-08-24

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HOME THOUGHTS FROM THE EAST.
1t is fun to cross the ocean to coun-
tries far away,
From Honolulu's island to Yokohama
bay;
To see Mount Fujyama, with it's
peaks of glistn snow,
And Japan's wealth of flowers in the
valley far below.
Chorus.
But it's home again and home again;
America for me;
My heart is turning home again to
Gods own country;
To the land of youth and freedom, be-
yond the ocean bars,
Where the air is full of sunshine and
the flag is full of stars.
We count ourselves most happy to
visit ancient shrines;
To behold the cherry blossoms and
the fair wisteria vines;
To see colossal Buddhas and mount
some temple stairs.
To see paintings, silks, worries, and
costly cloisonnes
We were charmed with ancient China
and it's mountains high and
grand,
Which, remind us of the mountains in
our own dear native land,
With its miles of open country, its
pagodas towering high,
From brilliant turf beneath our feet,
to blue and vaulted sky.
There are things beyond description
in these lands beyond the sea,
In these Oriental countries, charming
to you and me;
But their glories are forgotten, and
their memories abate,
At the sight of San Francisco and the
glorious golden gate.
"A DELEGATE"
Dear M. B. Friends:
The poem should have been placed
in the column in connection with
the "Glimpses of the Tokyo Con-
vention," but the sentiment holds
good always.
One gentleman remarked, when
August IS brought the heavy storm,
This is the rain the farmers have
was good thing to have it. 1t was
so decided rain, that there was no
question about what to do about GO
ing to the reunion.
Cloverdale, Calf, Aug. 5, 81.
Dear NJ. BIS;
May l come back after so long a
time? Have thought each week, after
irer Ia
something, but kept putting it off, and
as we used to write in our copy books,
Demonstration is the thief of time"
have failed to do so, thinking also that
perhaps 1 had not anything interest
ing to write about.
l was very i'll last winter and have
not fully recovered my health. The
doctors tell me l have heart trouble,
high blood pressure, etc, but that
doesn't worry me any, as there are
worse things than dying. Well,
enough of my troubles, as they are
not interesting.
We had an unusually wet winter,
and some very warm weather this
summer but are having beautiful
weather now. Husband and l are
alone, my grandson, Allen Morse, hav-
ing enlisted in the army, and is now
at Fort Kamehameha, near Honolulu,
II. l. My son was also in the army at
Camp Lewis, Wash, but had the rheu-
matism so badly, on account of so
much rainy weather there, he was
discharged and came home He is
staying with his brother, about twenty
miles from here, on the latters ranch
of 400 acres.
l make a trip about twice year to
San Francisco to visit my daughter
who lives there. Have delightful
time while there. but after week or
two, | am glad to come home as there
is too much noise and confusion to
suit "a hayseed." My daughter lives
about a block from the old Mission
Dolores church, which We visited one
day, A new church has been built
beside it. and two sisters care for
the old one. There is a box for any
one who wishes to, to drop money in,
There are deep places worn in the
floor, where those who came to wor-
ship walked, some very fine pictures
on the walls, and some names on
plates in the floor, which, being Span
ish, l could not read There is still
part of the cemetery beside the
church, The graves are neglected,
sunken in, One old tomb had places
you could look in, and could see the
bones of people and remains of collins
scattered around, so my daughter told
me. | was satisfied to take her word
for it.
It's nice to see salt water again,
and the best part of the trip is cross
ing San Francisco bay on the ferry
/ never tire of it, although sometimes
it is pretty rough when there is
high wind, There are three tunnels
to go through, and off to the left, go
ing down, one gets a glimpse of San
Quentin, the state prison.
Well, perhaps this will do for a
starter this time. l hope to see more
letters from the members. as it must
be hard on Aunt Madge to write all
the items nearly every week for the
column. With best wishes to all,