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The Blunts of Northampton

by Godfrey J. Ellis – 2004 This book was very much IN PROGRESS (and still is). Nevertheless, one of the family history consultants in Salt Lake City asked for a copy. I sent it to him. And he submitted it to FamilySearch!! Oh! It is published as: https://www.familysearch.org/library/books/records/item/252218-the-blunts-of-northampton?offset=1 If you click on that link, you […]

Real People: Family Legacies of the Lowman and Nash Lines

Real People: Family Legacies of the Lowman and Nash Lines

by Ruth M. Roy and Godfrey J. Ellis In June of 1999, I heard about Mum’s newest project:  a book recounting the family stories and memories that had meant so much to her over the years.  It was to be called, Real People and she wanted me to type it for her.  “If you can […]

Cupcakes

Cupcakes

by Godfrey J. Ellis – October 2002 Mum (“Mom” for you Americans) had a friend who threw my little-boy-cupcakes in the trash! What? Oh, the tragedy of that, as this poem expresses. Nine-year old Godfrey, baking cupcakes. Mum helping; very complicated. “Read that, add that, stir that!” Blind faith mixes the pasty mud of sugars […]

The Camper

The Camper

by Godfrey J. Ellis – December 2002 This is another poem about a childhood memory and the emotions surrounding my relationship with my dear mother. Somehow, some way, we were at a fair,An auto fair, a truck show,With cycles, and racing cars, and polished antiques.Chrome everywhere.Why were we there?  I don’t know.It was in an […]

Lumps of Coal

Lumps of Coal

by Godfrey J. Ellis — November 2002 A classic Christmas legend I’d always heard: “Naughty boys and girls, get lumps of coal in their stockings.” An idea begins to form, it brews, and hatches! I’ll give Mum lumps of coal, then, reveal love’s true gift! Anticipation already sees the scene: Red-faced Mum gasping! Family laughing! […]

The Addiction

The Addiction

by Godfrey J. Ellis – October 2002 Not all of my poems are nostalgic memories of childhood. The poem below is a frank (perhaps too frank) perception of my wonderful, talented, and frankly saintly mother who, unfortunately, was addicted. She was not addicted to drink or drug. She was addicted to external praise. My brother […]