Saga of a Little WhiteHouse - page one

 

The moon was full, the hour late, When the phone call came

Your Father's family homestead Has been consumed by flame! 

The folks are safe, the fire put out;  but don't,  just yet, come 'round - 

Since we're all adjusting To the house done down to ground. 

Not quite a hundred years ago, On a finer day, 

Big Jim Smith, "The Chief", had brought his "Else" To live and love and stay! 

His six-foot-four, her four-foot-six, Borne lightly in his arms, 

Would work, and bear, and laugh and fight And work the little farm. 

For fifty years and more 'tis known, For love of God and Man; 

For one fair daughter, eight fine sons, Who helped to till the land. 

For fifty years and more 'tis known, The house a family forum 

For joy and woes unnumbered, And often quite a quorum! 

So much so, in later days, Each morn the flag was raised 

At the "Little Whitehouse", And all about it praised. 

 

But that skips the story, So let's resume the tale, 

And take it back to early days Such memories don't pale: 

The house was small; times were hard, Days it fair would quake, 

From the very din and doin's That such a brood could make! 

The Homestead, still, a palace Since from Eire came he, 

To train in steel first, in Sheffield, America's entry fee! 

Immigration laws had changed, the streets were lined with hordes 

Of unskilled starving workers, And so they said, "No more!" 

It isn't fair to them or us, A new rule must be made! 

From now on, new arrivals must have a decent trade! 

oung, and brave and work-proud, New goals and free from want! 

New home in fair Connecticut; New work with grand DuPont 

The Fairfield Coated Fabrics plant Was part Big Jim's construction 

His finely trained steamfitter's skills Enabled grand production 

Not one weak joint, not one down day At Fairfield's plant, for sure! 

He steamed and worked and wrought, until Becoming too mature 

And Big Jim Smith, a work-proud man, was called upon once more 

"It's just the new addition, Chief - They're tearin' up the floor!" 

"The plant you built so long ago - Well, Chief, they've lost the plans, 

Drawn to show the fittings set, Installed by Jim Smith's hands! 

And now they can't connect the pipes from older wing to new, 

And since your work installed them, We thought we'd come to you!" 

And so, at age of eighty-five, With hair of snow, and cane, 

He led a workman's entourage, To save the day again! 

"Start your workmen, here!", he points, "And fifty feet due west, 

but there you'll find an angle joint, Turns South for all the rest!" 

And strolling through the plant that day, Each steam pipe mapped anew! 

And when the men went by his word, Each bit of it went true! 

Each fitting where he said it was And so the job completed 

The new addition - and the boss - no longer overheated! 

If Big Jim Smith felt too retired and obsolete till then, 

From that day on 'twas not the case - His memory served his men! 

His Irish barrel-chestedness Now swelled about the house 

Bringing smiles of pride and joy To his adoring spouse! 

 

To run the show at work that day, Took Chief's mem'ry back 

To years of sweat and labor, Time of awful lack! 

"The Roaring Twenties" promises inspired large investments 

And even larger families - Then came the Big Depression! 

Work alone was not enough To keep his family thriving, 

So make the garden large enough To earn some extra living. 

And so, with home-farm underway, Jim could work his trade, 

And, even at the worst of it, A week's pay honest wage. 

And now, "meanwhile, back at the ranch", Was industry as well, 

And quite a crew came running When they rang the dinner bell! 

Jim from work, daughter, Em, six of seven sons at table, 

The seventh, grown, would join them, too, whene'er he might be able! 

Good corned beef and cabbage Tho' sometimes lean of that! 

But grace o'er all, all the same, 'And please remove your hat.' 

And, in the evening, such a brood Was Grandpa's built in choir! 

To sing the holy lyrics And best you never tire! 

 

Picnics in the summertime, Father in at Christmas, 

Years flew past, the children grew, And a change in business. 

Hitler to be put to route, And later on, Korea: 

Jim and Elsie's sons, at war - Patriotic panacea!

Eldest of Jim's early days, was Tom,  too old to serve.

Joe was ill and stayed at home, and youngest, Bob, reserved

For Korea later on;  but that still left five sons ! 

With those guys marching, you can bet, our flag not tread upon!

 Army heroes, three would march;  and one  USMC,  

Dad, the one air corpsman, and so proud to be !

 

And home again with grateful hearts,  And hearts aburst with pride! 

And little Elsie waiting there, And Big Jim at her side! 

The joyful vets homecoming, though, had come at awful cost! 

The five fighting Sullivan Brothers Had recently been lost: 

In Patriotic Brotherhood, They'd asked to serve together- 

A happy, fighting Irish show they'd made,  in finer weather! 

But then the game went serious, Their ship under attack- 

The barrage so brutal, Not one of five came back! 

 

Their parents stunned forever, A grieving country ceded, 

"Such a tragic happening Must never be repeated!" 

 

A law passed, and, instantly: Separate fields of combat duty, 

The new  law for large families, Saved scores, absolutely! 

The Smith Brothers returned intact To study war no more! 

They left home boys, but came home men, From the work of war! 

Full of new maturity To make their grownup lives 

And work for peace and plenty, And all in need of wives! 

Fairfield girls, look out this year! Our boys are back and fine! 

Grandma's front-yard lilacs, And love this year, divine! 

With our bachelor heroes In search of love and marriage 

A driveway full of 'hot-rods' Replacing Big Jim's carriage! 

Postwar weddings in a row, And livings to be made 

And life was on to grand new work, Hitler's plan unmade! 

 

Gram's  eldest, Em, now on her own, a wife and mom to four- 

at summer trips to "Auntie Em's" No day was a bore! 

Gail, "theGolden Pipe-curls Girl",   "52-pick-up"Billy, 

And Donna "Midge",   with beauty that was cool, and not too frilly... 

And, still there was their Lynn to come, like Gail, a valentine! 

Come pitch in and help with chores; Let's get this place to shine! 

 

Then out to games with Ginger-pup, Or help to feed the sheep 

And fun with roadside veggie stands - We earned an angel's sleep! 

So, Em was "set for life",they'd say, And getting in her stride, 

Her seven younger brothers near and Working side-by-side: 

Bill Smith did construction In the Battle of the Bulge 

Sarge, he brought 'em back alive - A grateful tear indulge! 

Next, the AlCan Highway Got his work man's hand 

New roads and worlds and lives - This country's getting grand! 

Young Jim had ways with critters, so the game preserve was his 

And Animal Control, as well, at local and state biz. 

His gardens and their produce became a second focus 

He's got so famed for all of it! It must be "hocus- pocus!" 

"Charlie" found his stride of course Behind "The Chief's" fine start 

At DuPont's coated fabric plant And brought it up to art 

 

American involvement,now, In space exploration 

Was in the headlines every day, To fascinate the nation. 

E.I.DuPont, with science strength, Was honored and invited 

To manufacture spacecraft parts The whole town was excited! 

And NASA's work for Charlie Smith, Was Gold Mylar production: 

"Lunar Landing Module Wrap Stops hurtful heat conduction!" 

"One small step for Man" took place, We shared a private pride, 

Good and simple folk rejoiced At so profound a stride! 

Tho',"Don't be makin' such a fuss!", Was Charlie's stock reaction, 

Forever after, memory Brought secret satisfaction! 

 

Henry, Army MP Veteran, found his finest place 

in Fairfield's Police Force And Sunday Cycle Race! 

He grew to fine Detective work and civic work in town. 

There doesn't live the man who could ever do him down! 

Joe's the one we pray for, Born with health so frail- 

Leukemia took him from us Too young to leave a tale. 

But not before he married, So there were children three 

To say he'd graced this earth awhile Before eternity! 

Al, with All-American Entrepreneurial inclinations 

Does success and failure Without exasperation! 

 

 

He's good at family conscience - Lest, busy, we forget 

Who shored us up when times were hard And made us better, yet! 

Youngest, Bob, was gifted with a fine mechanic's hand 

On any point of logic, He'll talk "to beat the band"! 

Rain or shine, each Sunday found A quorum of the brood 

At the Turnpike homestead For ball and talk and food. 

The front-porch overflowing with the casual convention - 

Rocking chairs to charm the way through all "bones of contention!" 

We were just rapscallions, then The grownups such a din! 

"Good Talk", a world of wonder where our stars had popped us in! 

"And who's up next for Governor?" "And the city mayor?" 

"Is it prince or crook we're voting In to boss the players?" 

"And who's the Home-run leader, now, In our New York Yankees?" 

"Will they beat 'dem bums' again Or send us for our hankies?" 

 

In summertime we'd take our turn At Grandma's house to stay 

Creating summer memories That warm us till this day. 

The rooster's crow alarm clock And feet on icy floor... 

A warm and smiling breakfast And soon right out the door. 

My morning walk with Grandpa White-haired and with cane 

Along the flagstone backyard path That led to wooded lane. 

The special-ness of morning! Grandpa's hand for mine! 

How blessed and graced to know it ! A special trusting time. 

"Where we going, Grandpa?" " Off to Praying Rock. 

There we'll say the Rosary And with our God we'll talk." 

Uphill, the winding pathways Led to a Grampa's tree, 

And "Praying Rock" placed at its foot...A help for bended knee. 

A simple cross carved on it's trunk, A prayerful perfect place! 

To know the Lord's own sweet delight And thank Him for His grace! 

The Holy moment passing, Once more we'd take the path 

Away from woodsy silence, To Grandma's welcome laugh!

 

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