At Williamsburg

There is a placeWhere quiet streetsAnd verdant scenesRefresh the soulAnd calm the mind. There is a placeWhere brick-laid pathsAnd cobbled streetsWere trodden smoothWith patriots’ solesThat would not know defeat. There is a placeWhere once a manStood up and said,”Give me liberty -Or give me death!” There is a placeWhere “Young Hot Colts”Met [at] night, upstairs… Continue reading At Williamsburg

There is a feeling that I like best

There is a feeling that I like best

When I come into the kitchen of my nest

And Reid is making a model

Or painting some trees or a flower

And Lance is rearranging the wires

On one of his ‘lectronic devices

To give a new gadget more power

Or maybe they’re laughing with Lucy

Or Gilligan or Elizabeth Montgomery

Or thrilling o’er one of Lassie’s adventures.

And I am making them Ovaltine

And hot oatmeal if it’s morning,

A grilled cheese sandwich or a crisp green salad

And I feel them waiting with quiet love.

© 1976 Annette L. Strang-Walley. All rights reserved. (Redlands, CA, January 1976)

Where Opera Began for Me

My first-born, Reid, asked me if I knew how I’d heard Opera for the first time: radio broadcast, 78-RPM record played by my Mother at home, or a live performance? After much thinking, I’m pretty sure it was in 1949, when I was 10, while watching a film with my Mother, Dr. Pearl Marie Sampson.… Continue reading Where Opera Began for Me