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Remember 'And in garments green" @  http://york1952.tripod.com/AndInGarmentsGreen.htm and my question included therein, 'Can you possibly name it?'

 "THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic..."  Can you possibly name it? 

Well, nobody guessed right.  In fact nobody guessed at all--- neither right, nor wrong!  No, not one.  So, who was this poet who first wrote of "...and in garments green?"  And when he had finished the writing of it, what did he name his poem?  --- which begs yet another question:--- Was there any historical significance to it all?
It was of course, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.  And he named his poetry, 'Evangeline' --- an 1847 poem that in its time would come to be so descriptive of women everywhere, both North and South, throughout the Civil War period that would soon follow --- for Longfellow's 'Evangeline' is a heart-breaking tale of unfulfilled romance and pining true love as Evangeline longs for her lover, Gabriel, who is destined never to return--- just as so many were not to return from the Civil War.  Longfellow's Evangeline was broadly popular in its day, and so its poetic representation of the war that would surely follow was felt by all who lived through it--- just one of many historical links that have long since been lost to all except those who would now write of the Civil War.
And did you by chance know that Longfellow, for the poet that he was, played yet another roll in the Civil War?  Fascinating subject...this American History of ours...and of those who lived it!  But his is yet another story...for yet another time...and another place.  For now let's stay with Longfellow's 'Evangeline' --- for even in our time this very passage from Evangeline was once memorized by grade school children everywhere--- perhaps even by you, once upon a time!  And in this connection, while there are those who would say that at 73 my own memory still seems fairly good, there is one whose memory I simply must tell you about --- One whose own story truly is 'a story within a story' and 'Oh, so worthy of the telling!'
While preparing my email previously sent you which I was eventually to call "...And in garments green", I took a break and went outside--- out onto our covered front porch in search of Nancy ---  Nancy being my wife for these past 49 years, and before that, Arlington High School (MA), '52 and Radcliffe College ('56)  --- and having found her there, out on our front porch, I asked if she had ever heard the phrase, "...the forest primeval?"  And after but a moment or two of reflection, almost simultaneously Nancy's eyes lit up, and I just knew she was onto something ... something from way back ... perhaps something she hadn't thought of since her grade school days!  And then, from within the depths of her very being, Nancy began reciting that which she thought she had long since forgotten --- something that she herself had memorized so very long ago:---




"THIS is the forest primeval!" she triumphantly replied!  And then, with that twinkle in her eye that I have come to love so much, she added with unfailing assurance, "...The murmuring pines and the hemlocks!"  And once again, with such pureness of heart, she continued on, and without missing a beat she quickly fell into the rhythmic pattern that separates poetry from prose---


       "bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, stand like Druids of old, with voices sad and prophetic..."  
 --- Such beautiful words, all ! --- And all from America's greatest poet ! ---
--- This Poet Laureate of the United States of America ! ---
--- Once memorized by school children everywhere ! ---
--- For such words as these stand for a lifetime ---
--- Standing for us all ... 'like Druids of eld ! '---



And when Nancy had finished, I just sat there --- completely spellbound and transfixed by what she, and she alone, had just said and done --- reciting only from memory, with all her purity of recall, that which I instantly knew just had to be the defining story-line for my email presentation, and more--- "This special place...this Magnolia Lane...this Wilderness."  And so I instinctively reached out to her --- and while giving her a big hug, I told her how much I loved her and that it was because of her that I had found the perfect descriptive tag for this 'Wilderness' email I had been working on only moments before, "...And in garments green".  But more than that, I told her that this was a piece destined to become the foundation for a much expanded segment within my "Raisins and Almonds---A Civil War Story", for it was then that I knew that I would use this same Longfellow verse in describing the 1864 'Wilderness' scenes of my story.  And so it would be just as Nancy recalled from her grade school days  so very long ago:  "...And in garments green"  just as it was once memorized by school children everywhere!


Note: In 1984, after four years and at the age of 50, I earned an Ed.D from Virginia Tech ... the oldest person on record at VT to have ever done so ... which only goes to show that we are never too old to learn something new ... and that includes using computers to write emails like this one ... and perhaps even entire novels ... for is there really any difference?  Both are simply words strung together.  Or are they?  Of course, emails by their very nature are so transitory ... despite their motion, their pictures, and their music... let alone all their words But novels?  It is there--- inside the pages of a hard-cover novel--- that there are only words --- words where, from their position high upon the shelf, the distinction becomes one of making 'such words as these stand for a lifetime ... standing for us all ... like Druids of eld' --- and especially so when 'such words as these' are about historical periods of such epic proportions as the American Civil War.
This special place...this Magnolia Lane...this Wilderness...this forest primeval with its murmuring pines and hemlocks, bearded with... <--- Go ahead...you finish the scenes you see below!