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		<title>By: Kathryn</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kathryn</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 15:41:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hi, Heather! Welcome! Every night? You surely know it by heart. I bet there&#039;s a collection of this poet&#039;s poetry you might find. Best wishes. It is, indeed, a wonderful thing to introduce children to poetry. Kathryn xoxo</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi, Heather! Welcome! Every night? You surely know it by heart. I bet there&#8217;s a collection of this poet&#8217;s poetry you might find. Best wishes. It is, indeed, a wonderful thing to introduce children to poetry. Kathryn xoxo</p>
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		<title>By: Heather</title>
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		<dc:creator>Heather</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 14:21:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I loved this poem as a little girl! My mom read it to me every night. I&#039;d love to find a similar book for my little girl, if anyone knows of another book that isn&#039;t selling for 100+ online.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I loved this poem as a little girl! My mom read it to me every night. I&#8217;d love to find a similar book for my little girl, if anyone knows of another book that isn&#8217;t selling for 100+ online.</p>
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		<title>By: Kathryn</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kathryn</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Nov 2009 15:50:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Awwww, Melanie! This comment brought tears to my eyes and really touched my heart! I love that your grandmother introduced you to Riley and now I&#039;m going to have to find a book of his poetry. How endearing that you taught your students the Little Orphant Annie poem! I hope other teachers will find this exchange and be inspired to do same! Thank you for your kind words. I miss you guys, too! Love, Kathryn xoxo</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Awwww, Melanie! This comment brought tears to my eyes and really touched my heart! I love that your grandmother introduced you to Riley and now I&#8217;m going to have to find a book of his poetry. How endearing that you taught your students the Little Orphant Annie poem! I hope other teachers will find this exchange and be inspired to do same! Thank you for your kind words. I miss you guys, too! Love, Kathryn xoxo</p>
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		<title>By: Melanie Richards</title>
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		<dc:creator>Melanie Richards</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Nov 2009 15:02:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Kathryn
Just (happily!) discovered the Little Orphant Annie post..
While I was in college, my elderly grandmother gave me her frayed, green, cloth-covered volume of the collected works of James Whitcomb Riley. I had so loved hearing her read to us, and she wanted me to pass along the love of poetry. As a teacher, it became one of my favorite practices to read Little Orphant Annie, complete with dramatic voice changes and pauses- and have my students (and my own children) echo 
Er the Gobble-uns ‘ll git you
Ef you
Don’t
Watch
Out!
Thank you, Kathryn, for the warm memories this post brought back... I do love your thoughtful writing and beautiful photos...
We miss you!
Melanie</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Kathryn<br />
Just (happily!) discovered the Little Orphant Annie post..<br />
While I was in college, my elderly grandmother gave me her frayed, green, cloth-covered volume of the collected works of James Whitcomb Riley. I had so loved hearing her read to us, and she wanted me to pass along the love of poetry. As a teacher, it became one of my favorite practices to read Little Orphant Annie, complete with dramatic voice changes and pauses- and have my students (and my own children) echo<br />
Er the Gobble-uns ‘ll git you<br />
Ef you<br />
Don’t<br />
Watch<br />
Out!<br />
Thank you, Kathryn, for the warm memories this post brought back&#8230; I do love your thoughtful writing and beautiful photos&#8230;<br />
We miss you!<br />
Melanie</p>
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		<title>By: Kathryn</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kathryn</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 20:43:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh, Loma, this is WONDERFUL! Yes, same vintage! Funny, huh? Thank you so much for sharing. I will read again and again! Love, Kathryn xooxo</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh, Loma, this is WONDERFUL! Yes, same vintage! Funny, huh? Thank you so much for sharing. I will read again and again! Love, Kathryn xooxo</p>
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		<title>By: Loma</title>
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		<dc:creator>Loma</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 20:06:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Your recollection sent me scurrying to my bookshelf because I was just  sure that my favorite childhood poem was a James Whitcomb Riley, too.  Turns out, it was Eugene Field, but they must have been related!  Mine is &quot;Seein Things&quot; and my mother pasted the pages together to keep me from looking at the illustration and having nightmares. (I carefully pried them apart, though!)

Seein&#039; Things
by Eugene Field (1850-1895) 

I ain&#039;t afeard uv snakes, or toads, or bugs, or worms, or mice,
An&#039; things &#039;at girls are skeered uv I think are awful nice!
I &#039;m pretty brave, I guess; an&#039; yet I hate to go to bed,
For, when I &#039;m tucked up warm an&#039; snug an&#039; when my prayers are said,
Mother tells me &quot;Happy dreams!&quot; and takes away the light,
An&#039; leaves me lyin&#039; all alone an&#039; seein&#039; things at night! 

Sometimes they &#039;re in the corner, sometimes they &#039;re by the door,
Sometimes they &#039;re all a-standin&#039; in the middle uv the floor;
Sometimes they are a-sittin&#039; down, sometimes they &#039;re walkin&#039; round
So softly an&#039; so creepylike they never make a sound!
Sometimes they are as black as ink, an&#039; other times they &#039;re white---
But the color ain&#039;t no difference when you see things at night! 

Once, when I licked a feller &#039;at had just moved on our street,
An&#039; father sent me up to bed without a bite to eat,
I woke up in the dark an&#039; saw things standin&#039; in a row,
A-lookin&#039; at me cross-eyed an&#039; p&#039;intin&#039; at me so!
Oh, my! I wuz so skeered that time I never slep&#039; a mite---
It&#039;s almost alluz when I &#039;m bad I see things at night! 

Lucky thing I ain&#039;t a girl, or I &#039;d be skeered to death!
Bein&#039; I &#039;m a boy, I duck my head an&#039; hold my breath;
An&#039; I am, oh! so sorry I &#039;m a naughty boy, an&#039; then
I promise to be better an&#039; I say my prayers again!
Gran&#039;ma tells me that &#039;s the only way to make it right
When a feller has been wicked an&#039; sees things at night! 

An&#039; so, when other naughty boys would coax me into sin,
I try to skwush the Tempter&#039;s voice &#039;at urges me within;
An&#039; when they &#039;s pie for supper, or cakes &#039;at &#039;s big an&#039; nice,
I want to---but I do not pass my plate f&#039;r them things twice!
No, ruther let Starvation wipe me slowly out o&#039; sight
Than I should keep a-livin&#039; on an&#039; seein&#039; things at night!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Your recollection sent me scurrying to my bookshelf because I was just  sure that my favorite childhood poem was a James Whitcomb Riley, too.  Turns out, it was Eugene Field, but they must have been related!  Mine is &#8220;Seein Things&#8221; and my mother pasted the pages together to keep me from looking at the illustration and having nightmares. (I carefully pried them apart, though!)</p>
<p>Seein&#8217; Things<br />
by Eugene Field (1850-1895) </p>
<p>I ain&#8217;t afeard uv snakes, or toads, or bugs, or worms, or mice,<br />
An&#8217; things &#8216;at girls are skeered uv I think are awful nice!<br />
I &#8216;m pretty brave, I guess; an&#8217; yet I hate to go to bed,<br />
For, when I &#8216;m tucked up warm an&#8217; snug an&#8217; when my prayers are said,<br />
Mother tells me &#8220;Happy dreams!&#8221; and takes away the light,<br />
An&#8217; leaves me lyin&#8217; all alone an&#8217; seein&#8217; things at night! </p>
<p>Sometimes they &#8216;re in the corner, sometimes they &#8216;re by the door,<br />
Sometimes they &#8216;re all a-standin&#8217; in the middle uv the floor;<br />
Sometimes they are a-sittin&#8217; down, sometimes they &#8216;re walkin&#8217; round<br />
So softly an&#8217; so creepylike they never make a sound!<br />
Sometimes they are as black as ink, an&#8217; other times they &#8216;re white&#8212;<br />
But the color ain&#8217;t no difference when you see things at night! </p>
<p>Once, when I licked a feller &#8216;at had just moved on our street,<br />
An&#8217; father sent me up to bed without a bite to eat,<br />
I woke up in the dark an&#8217; saw things standin&#8217; in a row,<br />
A-lookin&#8217; at me cross-eyed an&#8217; p&#8217;intin&#8217; at me so!<br />
Oh, my! I wuz so skeered that time I never slep&#8217; a mite&#8212;<br />
It&#8217;s almost alluz when I &#8216;m bad I see things at night! </p>
<p>Lucky thing I ain&#8217;t a girl, or I &#8216;d be skeered to death!<br />
Bein&#8217; I &#8216;m a boy, I duck my head an&#8217; hold my breath;<br />
An&#8217; I am, oh! so sorry I &#8216;m a naughty boy, an&#8217; then<br />
I promise to be better an&#8217; I say my prayers again!<br />
Gran&#8217;ma tells me that &#8217;s the only way to make it right<br />
When a feller has been wicked an&#8217; sees things at night! </p>
<p>An&#8217; so, when other naughty boys would coax me into sin,<br />
I try to skwush the Tempter&#8217;s voice &#8216;at urges me within;<br />
An&#8217; when they &#8217;s pie for supper, or cakes &#8216;at &#8217;s big an&#8217; nice,<br />
I want to&#8212;but I do not pass my plate f&#8217;r them things twice!<br />
No, ruther let Starvation wipe me slowly out o&#8217; sight<br />
Than I should keep a-livin&#8217; on an&#8217; seein&#8217; things at night!</p>
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		<title>By: Kathryn</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kathryn</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 02:30:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Awww, sweet, Antonia. Thanks, dear. Much love, Mommie xoxo</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Awww, sweet, Antonia. Thanks, dear. Much love, Mommie xoxo</p>
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		<title>By: Antonia</title>
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		<dc:creator>Antonia</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 02:05:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>So sweet, mom! I could definitely see you reciting this as a child! :-D

Love you,
Antonia
xoxox</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>So sweet, mom! I could definitely see you reciting this as a child! <img src='http://plantwhateverbringsyoujoy.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif' alt=':-D' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>Love you,<br />
Antonia<br />
xoxox</p>
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		<title>By: Kathryn</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kathryn</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 16:45:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh, Julie, this is the most wonderful comment! I will spend time perusing the Riley site today. Thank you for that. I had not gotten to it, lost in my childhood nostalgia. And thanks for the family history. Fascinating! Yes, of course I do know that children were apprenticed out to families, sometimes for the better and often for the worse, beholden as they were, poor dears. I will look up the second Riley poem, which sounds very familiar and enticing! Glad you have fall roses! Love and hugs, Kathryn xoxo</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh, Julie, this is the most wonderful comment! I will spend time perusing the Riley site today. Thank you for that. I had not gotten to it, lost in my childhood nostalgia. And thanks for the family history. Fascinating! Yes, of course I do know that children were apprenticed out to families, sometimes for the better and often for the worse, beholden as they were, poor dears. I will look up the second Riley poem, which sounds very familiar and enticing! Glad you have fall roses! Love and hugs, Kathryn xoxo</p>
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		<title>By: Cousin Julie</title>
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		<dc:creator>Cousin Julie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 16:11:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Kathryn:
Thank you, thank you for this wonderful James Whitcomb Riley memory.  Ed and I were just talking about this poem the other day and I was going to look it up because I could only remember the first stanza.  We are attached to James Whitcomb Riley in several ways.  My Indiana childhood was full of reading and memorizing Riley&#039;s poems since he was the &quot;Indiana Poet&quot; or &quot;Hoosier Poet&quot;.  We always referred to him by his full name so we would not confuse him with any other Riley poet, I guess.  As Ed was doing his &quot;Rice&quot; line to western Ohio, he discovered that one of Riley&#039;s family member married into Ed&#039;s family, so they are linked by marriage which is pretty neat.  The Riley home is in Greenfield, Indiana on the old National Road (US Rt. 40). I think the family was Quaker, which would fit the Greenfield location and marriage with Ed&#039;s family, but I may be wrong on that.  There is a web site for him at http://www.jameswhitcombriley.com/.  Probably what is most important, however, is the fact the Annie was an Orphan and was let out to a farming family to &quot;help out&quot; for her keep, much like Anne of Green Gables.  This was NOT an unusual practice, often better than living in the county home, but not always.  It&#039;s a very interesting commentary on how we handled our care of those who were less fortunate.  Today, if there is no family, children are placed in the Foster Care system until possibly adopted.  It was not that many years ago that we farmed out kids to whoever would take them.  This happened to my great-grandmother, Flora Gray Hodges Matthewson.  She and her brother ended up with the Gray &amp; Hodges family from Vermont on what became the family farm in DeKalb County, Illinois.  The Hodges adopted her, educated her and eventurally left her the farm, but I have no idea what happened to her brother and while I know there were I bunch of other childre, I have no idea where they went, nor do I know her original family name.
If you are doing &quot;seasonal&quot; poetry, you need to do Riley&#039;s &quot;When the Frost is on the Pumpkin&quot; as well.
Hugs from central Ohio where our Impatients have still not been wiped out by a killing frost and my Golden Wings rose is in bud again!
Love,   Julie</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Kathryn:<br />
Thank you, thank you for this wonderful James Whitcomb Riley memory.  Ed and I were just talking about this poem the other day and I was going to look it up because I could only remember the first stanza.  We are attached to James Whitcomb Riley in several ways.  My Indiana childhood was full of reading and memorizing Riley&#8217;s poems since he was the &#8220;Indiana Poet&#8221; or &#8220;Hoosier Poet&#8221;.  We always referred to him by his full name so we would not confuse him with any other Riley poet, I guess.  As Ed was doing his &#8220;Rice&#8221; line to western Ohio, he discovered that one of Riley&#8217;s family member married into Ed&#8217;s family, so they are linked by marriage which is pretty neat.  The Riley home is in Greenfield, Indiana on the old National Road (US Rt. 40). I think the family was Quaker, which would fit the Greenfield location and marriage with Ed&#8217;s family, but I may be wrong on that.  There is a web site for him at <a href="http://www.jameswhitcombriley.com/" rel="nofollow">http://www.jameswhitcombriley.com/</a>.  Probably what is most important, however, is the fact the Annie was an Orphan and was let out to a farming family to &#8220;help out&#8221; for her keep, much like Anne of Green Gables.  This was NOT an unusual practice, often better than living in the county home, but not always.  It&#8217;s a very interesting commentary on how we handled our care of those who were less fortunate.  Today, if there is no family, children are placed in the Foster Care system until possibly adopted.  It was not that many years ago that we farmed out kids to whoever would take them.  This happened to my great-grandmother, Flora Gray Hodges Matthewson.  She and her brother ended up with the Gray &amp; Hodges family from Vermont on what became the family farm in DeKalb County, Illinois.  The Hodges adopted her, educated her and eventurally left her the farm, but I have no idea what happened to her brother and while I know there were I bunch of other childre, I have no idea where they went, nor do I know her original family name.<br />
If you are doing &#8220;seasonal&#8221; poetry, you need to do Riley&#8217;s &#8220;When the Frost is on the Pumpkin&#8221; as well.<br />
Hugs from central Ohio where our Impatients have still not been wiped out by a killing frost and my Golden Wings rose is in bud again!<br />
Love,   Julie</p>
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