A Flock Of Crows A Caucus Held

|December 29, 2011 | Found Sounds

The other day I was sitting with my Grandmother, who recently turned 94. We were looking out the window at a big tree, which was covered with crows, fat ones, black against the colorless sky. It was windy, but they looked comfortable, holding on to rolling, swaying branches. My Grandmother started to recite a poem. ” What’s that? “, I asked. ” I don’t know “, she said. ” It’s something I learned for a school play when I was 10 years old ( that’s 1927, peopleĀ ), and I’ve never known who wrote it or seen it in print again “. I asked her if she would repeat it for me, and I got my phone so I could record it. I looked up the first line and figured out the poem’s name ( Christmas In Norway ), the author ( Nora Archibald Smith ), and the book it came from ( The Christmas Child And Other Verse For Children, Houghton Mifflin, 1920 ) in about 20 seconds. My Grandmother has no use for the internet, so she was slightly amazed at that, but not nearly as amazed as I was by her.

Carol Yuenger : Christmas In Norway

Carol Yuenger : Christmas In Norway