A good friend, Garwood Linton, entrusted some of the Linton information from his family into my keeping for awhile. This is the information gathered by Adelaide Linton Cartier, daughter of Hugh Walter Linton and Eliza Belfield Garnett. You have heard me speak of the letters written by my great-grandmother, Frances Barber Linton Montgomery, to Hugh Linton. They loved genealogy and family!
In the files in my possession I found a poem written by Maurice Ragland Linton, Sr. Maurice was the son of Benjamin Linton and Florence Vitula Ragland, born in 1898 and died in 1980 at the age of 82. The older I get, the more I realize life is indeed short. This isn’t meant to be a sorrowful post, but one to incite us to live life to the fullest and enjoy our family members while they are here!
By Maurice Linton, Sr.
I sit in the shade on a summer’s day;
Perhaps I start dreaming the hours away,
For it seems I hear voices loud and clear;
And the children are gathering from far and near
To play beneath the trees.
Where are those children of yesteryear?
Who played and sang with voices clear;
I must be dreaming for it seems just a day.
How can it be, they have all gone away,
And left our lives lonely,
In the shade of the trees.
But again I hear voices of children at play.
Can they be echoes from a bygone day?
Games, I remember in a wistful way;
Childish things they used to say.
I wake from my dream voices draw near;
Thank God, we have our grandchildren here,
To play beneath the trees