the hyde family


My Grandmother’s Scrapbook

My Grandmother’s Scrapbook is made up of little tidbits she thought were inspiring or funny.  She found them in letters, mail, newspapers and even church bulletins.  I love flipping through the scrapbook just to see the little things that caught her attention.  Here’s one of my favorite poems:


Just a line to say I’m living
That I’m not among the dead
That I’m getting more forgetful
And mixed up in the head.

For sometimes I can’t remember
When I stand at the foot of the stairs
If I must go up for something
Or if I just came down from there.

And before the Fridge so often
My poor mind is filled with doubt
Have I just put some food away
Or have I come to take some out.

And there are times when it’s dark outside
With my night cap on my head
I don’t know if I’m retiring
Or just getting out of bed.

So if it’s my time to write you
There’s no need for getting sore
I may think I’ve already written
And don’t want to be a bore.

So remember I still love you
And wish you were here
But it’s nearly mail time
So I must say “Goodbye dear”.

There I stood beside the mailbox
With my face so very red
Instead of mailing your letter
I opened it instead.


She didn’t have an author or title listed for this poem.  I did a little digging online to see if I could find out who wrote it but didn’t have much luck.  Every time I came across it, it was without an author.  There seemed to be a couple different versions of the poem and maybe another stanza or two that mine is missing.  Do you know who wrote it?

A Lazy Afternoon

I’ve been climbing up my Family Tree for over ten years.  Along the way I’ve picked up some interesting tidbits (nothing shocking or scandalous ), lots of Distant Relatives and notebook after notebook full of names, dates and places.  Somewhere over the years this little hobby of mine has turned into two: I started collecting old photographs.  I’m not related to the people in these photographs (not that I know of anyways) and in many cases there is no clue as to who they are.  I love looking at them though, as they provide a window into Another Time.  Here’s one of my favorites that I picked up at a local antique store:


Do they look familiar to you?

What’s In A Name?

“Come, little leaves” said the wind one day,
“Come over the meadows with me, and play;
Put on your dresses of red and gold;
Summer is gone, and the days grow cold.”
-the first stanza of “Come Little Leaves” by George Cooper


Time has been on my mind a lot lately.  It seems like just yesterday my family was gathering around the dining room table for Thanksgiving Dinner and shortly afterwards around a brightly decorated tree on Christmas Morning.  Summer has just flown by and will be gone before we know it.

As I was thinking of potential names for this blog a little rhyme popped into my head: “My oh my how time does fly.  It’s been a spell, hope all is well.” At first I couldn’t remember where I heard it, but after a few minutes of Intense Thinking (you really have to work at it some days) it came to me.  Many years ago I was at a Hallmark store looking for the perfect birthday card when one that was Definitely Not What I Needed caught my eye.  It was a little card that pictured a Very Well-Dressed Mouse at her mailbox and a bird mailman standing nearby.  The rhyme is from that card (although I’m not positive that’s exactly how it went) and it was cute enough that I bought it and another one by the same artist.  I can’t remember what scene the other card depicted but I held onto both of them for years.  I eventually sent the mailbox card to a friend but I couldn’t remember what happened to the second card.  That, of course, meant it was time to pull out The Greeting Card Collection.

I’ve kept almost every card I have received since I was a little girl.  Why?  I really don’t know.  I just can’t make myself get rid of any of them.  So I was thinking the other card may have found its way into The Collection.  They are in no particular order (it’s not a very well-organized collection) and it takes awhile to go through them all.  By the time I reached the end I discovered that the other card wasn’t there but the Very Well-Dressed Mouse was!

Vera the Mouse

My parents gave me this card one year for my birthday.  Vera the Mouse is the creation of Marjolein Bastin.  Her website is just as beautiful as her art and displays her work and newsletter.

Having said all that… welcome to my blog.  I hope you enjoy it!