******************
Mary Elizabeth was WIFE to
HUSBAND - Pres Mahnkey
They were wed Jan. 18, 1899
She was MOTHER to
(1) SON - Douglas
(2) DAUGHTER - Roberta
(3) SON - James Reginald
(4) SON - William Richard
(5) SON - Lil' Bill
(who died at the age of 7yrs old
in a 1920 tornado)
*****************
M.E.M. was formally named:
'THE POET LAUREATE OF THE OZARKS'
******************
Mary Elizabeth, through her weekly
and monthly columns in Taney County
and Springfield, Missouri newspapers,
lived a lifestyle like her poems
reveal. She presented the beauty,
charm, and grace of ordinary people
and their ways. Her home may not have
been a mansion however it was through
her writing that we find the riches.
We are so fortunate to enjoy her today
through these words! In her lilting
lines, Mary Elizabeth encouraged
Ozarkers to be proud. She transformed
the ordinary into treasures. All it
took was imagination and a good heart...
******************
***MY POEMS***
They come when I am churning
Or when I'm making bread,
Or when I'm hanging out the clothes,
A-dancing 'round my head
Like flocks of yellow butterflies
A-dancing in the sun,
And with clumsy, toil-worn fingers
I try to capture one.
But I mar the gold dust beauty
Of the fragile flut'ring wings.
I cannot capture butterflies
But I love the joyous things.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
***WOULD YOU?***
What if some evening
when the stars were shining
And wind-blown clouds
were floating cold and thin,
I'd come for you,
as in the distant days, dear,
With trembling fingers,
would you let me in?
Abashed, amazed,
to see the old love glowing
The years of glory,
rapture yet to be--
Would you cast his garments
down that you were mending
And close the cabin door
to go with me?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
***THE ARTIST***
She scanned the table
with keen old eyes
There was the brown fried chicken
The creamy custard pies
The cool bright green of pickles
And the ruby glow of jell.
Then she hastened to the cellar
Before she rang the bell.
And brought the golden butter
With its drops of frosty dew
Chilled and sweet and delicate
In a deep bowl of old blue.
******************
This biography is
humbly presented by
Audrey Burtrum-Stanley / Arkansas
******************
Mary Elizabeth was WIFE to
HUSBAND - Pres Mahnkey
They were wed Jan. 18, 1899
She was MOTHER to
(1) SON - Douglas
(2) DAUGHTER - Roberta
(3) SON - James Reginald
(4) SON - William Richard
(5) SON - Lil' Bill
(who died at the age of 7yrs old
in a 1920 tornado)
*****************
M.E.M. was formally named:
'THE POET LAUREATE OF THE OZARKS'
******************
Mary Elizabeth, through her weekly
and monthly columns in Taney County
and Springfield, Missouri newspapers,
lived a lifestyle like her poems
reveal. She presented the beauty,
charm, and grace of ordinary people
and their ways. Her home may not have
been a mansion however it was through
her writing that we find the riches.
We are so fortunate to enjoy her today
through these words! In her lilting
lines, Mary Elizabeth encouraged
Ozarkers to be proud. She transformed
the ordinary into treasures. All it
took was imagination and a good heart...
******************
***MY POEMS***
They come when I am churning
Or when I'm making bread,
Or when I'm hanging out the clothes,
A-dancing 'round my head
Like flocks of yellow butterflies
A-dancing in the sun,
And with clumsy, toil-worn fingers
I try to capture one.
But I mar the gold dust beauty
Of the fragile flut'ring wings.
I cannot capture butterflies
But I love the joyous things.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
***WOULD YOU?***
What if some evening
when the stars were shining
And wind-blown clouds
were floating cold and thin,
I'd come for you,
as in the distant days, dear,
With trembling fingers,
would you let me in?
Abashed, amazed,
to see the old love glowing
The years of glory,
rapture yet to be--
Would you cast his garments
down that you were mending
And close the cabin door
to go with me?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
***THE ARTIST***
She scanned the table
with keen old eyes
There was the brown fried chicken
The creamy custard pies
The cool bright green of pickles
And the ruby glow of jell.
Then she hastened to the cellar
Before she rang the bell.
And brought the golden butter
With its drops of frosty dew
Chilled and sweet and delicate
In a deep bowl of old blue.
******************
This biography is
humbly presented by
Audrey Burtrum-Stanley / Arkansas
******************
******************
Mary Elizabeth was WIFE to
HUSBAND - Pres Mahnkey
They were wed Jan. 18, 1899
She was MOTHER to
(1) SON - Douglas
(2) DAUGHTER - Roberta
(3) SON - James Reginald
(4) SON - William Richard
(5) SON - Lil' Bill
(who died at the age of 7yrs old
in a 1920 tornado)
*****************
M.E.M. was formally named:
'THE POET LAUREATE OF THE OZARKS'
******************
Mary Elizabeth, through her weekly
and monthly columns in Taney County
and Springfield, Missouri newspapers,
lived a lifestyle like her poems
reveal. She presented the beauty,
charm, and grace of ordinary people
and their ways. Her home may not have
been a mansion however it was through
her writing that we find the riches.
We are so fortunate to enjoy her today
through these words! In her lilting
lines, Mary Elizabeth encouraged
Ozarkers to be proud. She transformed
the ordinary into treasures. All it
took was imagination and a good heart...
******************
***MY POEMS***
They come when I am churning
Or when I'm making bread,
Or when I'm hanging out the clothes,
A-dancing 'round my head
Like flocks of yellow butterflies
A-dancing in the sun,
And with clumsy, toil-worn fingers
I try to capture one.
But I mar the gold dust beauty
Of the fragile flut'ring wings.
I cannot capture butterflies
But I love the joyous things.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
***WOULD YOU?***
What if some evening
when the stars were shining
And wind-blown clouds
were floating cold and thin,
I'd come for you,
as in the distant days, dear,
With trembling fingers,
would you let me in?
Abashed, amazed,
to see the old love glowing
The years of glory,
rapture yet to be--
Would you cast his garments
down that you were mending
And close the cabin door
to go with me?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
***THE ARTIST***
She scanned the table
with keen old eyes
There was the brown fried chicken
The creamy custard pies
The cool bright green of pickles
And the ruby glow of jell.
Then she hastened to the cellar
Before she rang the bell.
And brought the golden butter
With its drops of frosty dew
Chilled and sweet and delicate
In a deep bowl of old blue.
******************
This biography is
humbly presented by
Audrey Burtrum-Stanley / Arkansas
******************
Mary Elizabeth was WIFE to
HUSBAND - Pres Mahnkey
They were wed Jan. 18, 1899
She was MOTHER to
(1) SON - Douglas
(2) DAUGHTER - Roberta
(3) SON - James Reginald
(4) SON - William Richard
(5) SON - Lil' Bill
(who died at the age of 7yrs old
in a 1920 tornado)
*****************
M.E.M. was formally named:
'THE POET LAUREATE OF THE OZARKS'
******************
Mary Elizabeth, through her weekly
and monthly columns in Taney County
and Springfield, Missouri newspapers,
lived a lifestyle like her poems
reveal. She presented the beauty,
charm, and grace of ordinary people
and their ways. Her home may not have
been a mansion however it was through
her writing that we find the riches.
We are so fortunate to enjoy her today
through these words! In her lilting
lines, Mary Elizabeth encouraged
Ozarkers to be proud. She transformed
the ordinary into treasures. All it
took was imagination and a good heart...
******************
***MY POEMS***
They come when I am churning
Or when I'm making bread,
Or when I'm hanging out the clothes,
A-dancing 'round my head
Like flocks of yellow butterflies
A-dancing in the sun,
And with clumsy, toil-worn fingers
I try to capture one.
But I mar the gold dust beauty
Of the fragile flut'ring wings.
I cannot capture butterflies
But I love the joyous things.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
***WOULD YOU?***
What if some evening
when the stars were shining
And wind-blown clouds
were floating cold and thin,
I'd come for you,
as in the distant days, dear,
With trembling fingers,
would you let me in?
Abashed, amazed,
to see the old love glowing
The years of glory,
rapture yet to be--
Would you cast his garments
down that you were mending
And close the cabin door
to go with me?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
***THE ARTIST***
She scanned the table
with keen old eyes
There was the brown fried chicken
The creamy custard pies
The cool bright green of pickles
And the ruby glow of jell.
Then she hastened to the cellar
Before she rang the bell.
And brought the golden butter
With its drops of frosty dew
Chilled and sweet and delicate
In a deep bowl of old blue.
******************
This biography is
humbly presented by
Audrey Burtrum-Stanley / Arkansas
******************
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