tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6049626897935912366.post5482650485633643379..comments2024-03-28T15:00:12.581-04:00Comments on Letters from a Hill Farm: Today's poem by Ruth Hulburt HamiltonNanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15547916206007733970noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6049626897935912366.post-36442216818500196322018-03-24T23:20:52.836-04:002018-03-24T23:20:52.836-04:00Oh. Ok. I saw up before the poem where it said it ...Oh. Ok. I saw up before the poem where it said it was printed with permission by the author, so I thought you had been in contact with her. Thanks anyway.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6049626897935912366.post-6182559115240989462018-03-24T22:23:03.874-04:002018-03-24T22:23:03.874-04:00Gosh, I never even thought of trying to contact he...Gosh, I never even thought of trying to contact her. I've read the poem a few places over the years.Nanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15547916206007733970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6049626897935912366.post-67209328741015316172018-03-24T22:03:18.137-04:002018-03-24T22:03:18.137-04:00How did you reach Ms. Hamilton to get permission t...How did you reach Ms. Hamilton to get permission to print her poem? I would like to print it for a mother's day article I am working on and can't seem to find how to contact her.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6049626897935912366.post-54623038449920098102017-05-11T20:54:14.876-04:002017-05-11T20:54:14.876-04:00My mom had the final stanza of this poem given to ...My mom had the final stanza of this poem given to her as a needlework for one of her four children. My first is seven weeks old. I was talking to her on messenger the other day, and had told her that I managed to get the vacuuming done but didn't get a chance to mop because I was busy cuddling my little girl. She write back, "remember my needlework: cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow, for babies how up we've learned to our sorrow, so settle down cobwebs and dust go to sleep, I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep", I can picture her needlework. I read it many times as a child, but it means so much more now that I am a mother. I looked up the rest of the poem and found myself here. I'm trying to memorize the rest of the poem so I can recite it to myself as I comfort my baby, the words help me keep everything in perspective and I cuddle my baby even more. Thanks Ruth!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04067318087070785874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6049626897935912366.post-25449876736667652922016-03-22T21:16:17.105-04:002016-03-22T21:16:17.105-04:00Thanks for coming by, and leaving a note. I shall ...Thanks for coming by, and leaving a note. I shall come visit!<br />Nanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15547916206007733970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6049626897935912366.post-62441606809779100442016-03-21T23:37:48.526-04:002016-03-21T23:37:48.526-04:00Love this <3 Will be sharing <3 As an Autism...Love this <3 Will be sharing <3 As an Autism Mom we often forget that time is passing. We are so worried about getting by and just surviving the day that we forget that even our children will grow up! http://theresayeager.com Theresahttp://theresayeager.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6049626897935912366.post-54540546703333211632014-07-02T15:19:05.032-04:002014-07-02T15:19:05.032-04:00Such an important message. I so wish some of the m...Such an important message. I so wish some of the moms at my neighborhood park would put their phones away and pay attention to their littles. The time goes by far too quickly!<br /><br />Lovely header, my dear. Is that a tree or shrub??Leshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08345657431432380804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6049626897935912366.post-31113547845836293322014-07-01T18:53:13.486-04:002014-07-01T18:53:13.486-04:00Oh what a treasure! Something I wish I had read i...Oh what a treasure! Something I wish I had read in my early years but I will bring this to mind when I visit my daughter....and her floors need sweeping and laundry needs folding and dishes are in the sink!warriormomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17380682916830380194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6049626897935912366.post-9289993245119425862014-07-01T12:27:31.434-04:002014-07-01T12:27:31.434-04:00That was lovely - also the songs which I looked up...That was lovely - also the songs which I looked up on youtube. I have so many similar happy memories. So perfect to see them expressed in poetry. Thanks!Kathiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15954229132389021143noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6049626897935912366.post-60888716911834278392014-06-30T22:42:55.949-04:002014-06-30T22:42:55.949-04:00Oh, that is so lovely a poem and now I hope to fin...Oh, that is so lovely a poem and now I hope to find more Ruth Hulburt Hamilton. Penny O'Neillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14665025558373015362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6049626897935912366.post-52775157338766162042014-06-30T21:11:55.168-04:002014-06-30T21:11:55.168-04:00Hi Nan - I was drawn in by that header - what a go...Hi Nan - I was drawn in by that header - what a gorgeous picture. Really a keeper. Then I read the poem. My two are both out of the house for two weeks (daughter with boyfriend's family in NJ and son at Y Camp). Empty nest preview. I don't care for it, not one bit. I read (and enjoyed) A Casual Vacancy by JK Rowling. I have lost most of the details of the story but a comment made by the narrator (or a character) about how parents are in a near constant state of bereavement for the little children they once has stuck with me. Kim Velkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06729808121762572706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6049626897935912366.post-11247382308189656602014-06-30T13:16:04.411-04:002014-06-30T13:16:04.411-04:00t wasn't me mentioning it. this whole post was...t wasn't me mentioning it. this whole post was from the page about the writer and her poem. And yes, I thought Jeremy was a boy's name, too.Nanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15547916206007733970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6049626897935912366.post-65562784849394783342014-06-30T04:03:35.321-04:002014-06-30T04:03:35.321-04:00A very touching poem - even to me, who never was (...A very touching poem - even to me, who never was (and never will be) a mother.<br />I am a little puzzled at your mentioning of "Ruth's daughter, Jeremy". I always thought Jeremy was a male first name, based on the biblical Jeremiah who was a man.Librarianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05704656564078750607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6049626897935912366.post-65509712757771759332014-06-29T13:01:09.530-04:002014-06-29T13:01:09.530-04:00It really is such a wonderful poem. And with grand...It really is such a wonderful poem. And with grandchildren one is even more aware of how quickly time goes by.Nanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15547916206007733970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6049626897935912366.post-1631042495546909122014-06-29T11:29:56.656-04:002014-06-29T11:29:56.656-04:00Thank you!Thank you!Nanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15547916206007733970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6049626897935912366.post-30498055229077993612014-06-29T11:29:26.230-04:002014-06-29T11:29:26.230-04:00They are such wonderful words, aren't they! Th...They are such wonderful words, aren't they! Thank you. I have a lot of blog posts floating around in my head (and in my drafts!) but just haven't had the time to sit down and write.Nanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15547916206007733970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6049626897935912366.post-42403728729493651592014-06-29T11:24:09.392-04:002014-06-29T11:24:09.392-04:00That's a wonderful thing to do!That's a wonderful thing to do! Nanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15547916206007733970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6049626897935912366.post-62620162045732550792014-06-29T09:10:58.732-04:002014-06-29T09:10:58.732-04:00Lovely! And with a fifth child, especially sweet,...Lovely! And with a fifth child, especially sweet, because she knows how quickly babies turn into children who are more independent. I know with my second child, I was more aware of how quickly time passes.jenclairhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06046532245054911248noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6049626897935912366.post-11762316387147079452014-06-28T22:38:00.140-04:002014-06-28T22:38:00.140-04:00and Grandbabies! Lovely poem and post, Nan!and Grandbabies! Lovely poem and post, Nan!Robinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01857602206725562335noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6049626897935912366.post-48071539550030040552014-06-28T22:01:13.510-04:002014-06-28T22:01:13.510-04:00Oh Nan I love this so so much! Brought tears (of...Oh Nan I love this so so much! Brought tears (of joy) to my eyes. I loved playing with my babies and so did my daughter. And so does my granddaughter. That is the priority in life. The author expresses it so perfectly. . (The sentiment works for a mother of 4 -- me; of three -- my daughter; and two -- my granddaughter. And so it does for you and your daughter and d-i-l as well I am sure!!!) <br /><br />On another note: I am glad to see you post; realized when Penny posted the other day about Gladys Taber that I haven't seen you on my Feedly for a while.Sallie (FullTime-Life)https://www.blogger.com/profile/15442598857394838271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6049626897935912366.post-4503231839695821752014-06-28T18:53:16.681-04:002014-06-28T18:53:16.681-04:00I will try to find this poem and send it to my gre...I will try to find this poem and send it to my great niece that just had her fourth baby. She loves babies so. Sweet poem.Lisa at Greenbowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07743973292900758183noreply@blogger.com