Elizabeth Melton Parsons



Giving Thanks


First Holiday since my husband passed so I’m not in a celebrating kind of mood, but I do give thanks for my sons who will be with me today. I couldn’t let Thanksgiving go by without also giving thanks for all of you. I’m grateful. For all those celebrating Thanksgiving today I wish you a joyful day and for my friends in other countries not celebrating Thanksgiving, as always I wish you the very best. Love you all.❤


Thank You

I’ve been reading through all the beautiful comments from the past few months since my husband’s passing and I wanted to take a moment to say thank you. There’s no real way to express the gratitude I feel. I appreciate your comforting words more than I could ever tell you. I am not up to blogging, but will try to post a photo or a re-blog of my older posts from time to time just to keep this thing active. Sending love and hugs to you all. You are such beautiful people and have been good friends to me even though we have never met in person. Take care.❤


Happy Halloween!

Elizabeth Melton Parsons



The ghosts of all things past parade, 
Emerging from the mist and shade 
That hid them from our gaze, 
And, full of song and ringing mirth, 
In one glad moment of rebirth, 
And again they walk the ways of earth 
As in the ancient days.

The beacon light shines on the hill, 
The will-o’-wisps the forests fill 
With flashes filched from noon;
And witches on their broomsticks spry 
Speed here and yonder in the sky, 
And lift their strident voices high
Unto the Hunter’s Moon.

The air resounds with tuneful notes 
From myriads of straining throats, 
All hailing Folly Queen; 
So join the swelling choral throng, 
Forget your sorrow and your wrong, 
In one glad hour of joyous song 
To honor Hallowe’en!

By John Kendrick Bangs – 1910

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I Never Lost As Much-Emily Dickinson

I Never Lost As Much

I never lost as much but twice,
And that was in the sod.
Twice have I stood a beggar
Before the door of God!

Angels, twice descending,
Reimbursed my store.
Burglar, banker, father,
I am poor once more!

– Emily Dickinson