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Re: By the Men who Moil for Gold

yellow127 — Thu, 09 Jul 2009 11:37:53 -0000

Memories are one of the treasures no one can ever stole from you, I had lots of treasured memories especially the ones during camping with my family

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Traveller_Adventure — Sat, 27 Jun 2009 18:49:37 -0000

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Re: By the Men who Moil for Gold

Sharon Thomas — Wed, 24 Jan 2007 19:26:32 -0000

I was introduced to Service by Jean Shepherd, who often read his poems on the radio. If you don't know his recording, it's highly recommended:

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Re: By the Men who Moil for Gold

Claire — Thu, 18 Jan 2007 17:36:07 -0000

Actually, his birthday is the 16th. I got the post up on my blog before midnight, but closely missed it here! Sorry for the confusion.

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Campaspe — Thu, 18 Jan 2007 12:37:33 -0000

Furthermore, Jan. 17 is my birthday, too, and I never knew I shared it with Service. Dad would have been tickled to pieces.

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Campaspe — Thu, 18 Jan 2007 12:36:14 -0000

Oh my goodness, what memories you have brought back. My father loved Service too and read "Sam McGee" to us many times. Also "The Shooting of Dan McGrew":

These are the simple facts of the case, and I guess I ought to know.
They say that the stranger was crazed with "hooch," and I'm not denying it's so.
I'm not so wise as the lawyer guys, but strictly between us two--
The woman that kissed him and--pinched his poke--was the lady known as Lou.

Re: By the Men who Moil for Gold

roxtar — Wed, 17 Jan 2007 18:20:45 -0000

When I was a kid, back in the '60s, I went to a summer camp in Ohio. Our swimming instructor, Hugh Murray, was a grizzled ol' cuss of at least 30 years....maybe more! And once per camp session, illuminated by a crackling campfire, he would solemnly recite "The Cremation of Sam McGee."

70 or so rambunctious boys sat and stared with rapt attention as Mr. Hugh spun the tale of the fellow sitting in the furnace. (One of those boys, by the way, was Future Congressman Bob Ney (R - Leavenworth)

Thanks for the memories, Claire!

Thanks for the memories

Re: By the Men who Moil for Gold

Tom Watson — Wed, 17 Jan 2007 15:07:29 -0000

Lovely post - my personal favorite read-aloud is a Child's Garden of Verses by RL Stevenson -

Whenever the moon and the stars are set,
Whenever the wind is high,
All night long in the dark and wet,
A man goes riding by.
Late in the night when the fires are out,
Why does he gallop and gallop about?

Whenever the trees are crying aloud,
And ships are tossed at sea,
By, on the highway, low and loud,
By at the gallop goes he.
By at the gallop he goes, and then
By he comes back at the gallop again.