Winter Doggerel!

 

Skating Practice

© 2014 Mollie McKibbon

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Thump, bump- I’m on my rump.

O what a place to be,

While all around me spin the ones

So gracefully at ease.

            ***

Thump, bump- I’m down again.

Alack and oh, alas.

Doing figure eights on their skates,

I watch those athletes pass.

            ***

Thump, bump – I’m such a lump

Of misery on the rink.

If only the ice would crack or melt,

From sight I’d gladly sink.

            ***

Thump, bump – it’s such a pain

To be the only one

Who can’t stand up on her skates

And join in all the fun.

            ***

Slide, glide – so that’s the trick

To staying on your feet.

Persistence pays in many ways

To make one’s life complete.

            ***

Oh whee!  Look at me

Sailing cross the ice.

I’m speeding by so very fast

That stopping won’t be nice.

A Christmas Hymn

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Sing Quietly Angels

©2008 Mollie McKibbon

 Sing quietly angels;

Shine softly bright stars;

The baby King’s sleeping

In Mary’s warm arms.

 

Chorus:

O hear the sweet carols

To Jesus we bring.

The universe welcomes

Our Saviour and King.

 

  • Please tiptoe you shepherds

Through the stable door.

Good Josesph is praising

God’s blessing out poured.

 

  • O cattle moo gently;

Dear donkey don’t bray;

As close to the manger

We watch and we pray.

 

  • Creation’s proclaiming

This true King of Kings

While Jesus is dreaming

Of heavenly things.

 

Adeline’s War of 1812 Journal: November-December 1814

Adeline’s War of 1812 Journal © by Mollie Pearce McKibbon 2014

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Sunday, November 27, 1814

Dear Janetta,

         I have been so occupied with my sons, that I haven’t had an opportunity to take up my quill pen until today.  Elizabeth and William stopped by to join us for our Bible lesson and some hymns and stayed to share our midday meal so Vickie is keeping Charles and Andrew amused now that she can toddle around.  I have received another letter from England, this time from Persephone Meldrum, Charle’s married sister.  This is what she wrote:

Dearest Sister-in-Law,

       I do hope you think of me as a sister and know how gratified I am that Charles wrote to us about your marriage.  I fear that you may not have felt welcomed to our family.  You must understand that our father was distraught at the news of Charles’ murder  and naturally upset that he was not able to deal with the necessary inquiry himself. 

         I pray that you have begun to recover from your natural grief.  I expect your children are a great consolation.  I know that my father is about to offer to educate Charles and Andrew here in England and will tell you my husband, Percival Meldrum  Esquire, and myself have a very comfortable accommodation for your sons here at Meldrum Manor.  Nanny Parsons is in charge of our three daughters, Leona, Lavinia and Lydia and is quite prepared to take on two more children.  We will of course, employ an extra tutor for your sons and treat them as if they were ours.  They will also be attended by our own physician Mr. Bell, who is much respected in the highest society.

          Please, do not feel at all compelled to send your children to England, but you need to be informed of the advantages of which they will be assured.  Father has even now making arrangements at Oxford College for their future  studies should they have the aptitude.  If not, they will be certain of a commission in the army. 

I anticipate with much pleasure, meeting you and my two nephews next spring.

With fondest regards,

Persephone Houghton-Meldrum”

Persephone seems to be very considerate of my feelings and it is generous of her and her husband to accept the great imposition of my children into their home, but I cannot bear the thought of being separated from my boys.  I showed Mother and Father the letter and  they only remarked that it seemed a good opportunity for my sons to earn their way in society, but they have been careful not to press me to conform to the wishes of the Houghton family. 

Am I being selfish keeping my children with me, when they could have a comfortable future back in England? I wonder what Robert would advise me to do. Perhaps I should ask him when next he brings his mother to visit. 

Anxiously,

           Adeline

Sunday, Dec. 18,1814

Janetta,

Wonderful news, just before Christmas! Bourke has been captured by White Wolf and Robert.  He was trying to get back across the St. Lawrence.  He has been incarcerated in the jail at the fort in Prescott.  My sons and I will sleep much more safely from now on although I will need to go to Fort Welllington to identify him as my persecutor. I hope this is the last we hear of him.

Happily,

         Adeline

A Hymn for Advent

Gift of God, Sweet Mary’s Boy

© 2005 Mollie McKibbon

 Jesus in the manger

 

 

 

Child of heaven, once foretold

By God’s prophets long ago.

Come into our hearts today;

Sit beside us while we pray.

Gift of God, Sweet Mary’s Boy,

You are peace, hope, love and joy!

*************

Old Isaiah heard your name,

Jeremiah, Micah too.

Malachi prepared the way;

Zephaniah told his day.

Gift from God, Sweet Mary’s Boy,

You are peace, hope, love and joy!

***************

Shepherd promised, Child of Light,

Come and shine our dark away,

We, like magi, seek your star,

Wand’ring sheep, we’ve gone too far.

Gift from God, Sweet Mary’s Boy,

You are peace, hope, love and joy!

*****************

Immanuel, full of grace,

Branch from Jesse, Mighty King,

Humble Servant, God’s own Son,

We worship You, O Holy One.

Gift of God, Sweet Mary’s Boy,

You are peace, hope, love and joy!

 

 

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