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Davidson Returns! King's Special! And Somebody's Mother


Davidson Family Growers is Back on the Market this evening, and we have a new 20% off Special from Kings Poultry – Ground Chicken!!

And I realize I shared my grandmother’s favorite poem last year, yet I cannot resist presenting it again. We had never owned it in print – until we stumbled upon in it one of the readers my children adore… just one of the treasures we’ve found at The Flour Barrel in Gettysburg.

There’s nothing more fitting to share in honor of Mother’s Day. The power of kindness – real, wonderful, and needed. I hope all of the mothers and women who have a gift for mothering all had a Blessed and truly Happy Mother’s Day.

The woman was old and ragged and gray,
And bent with the chill of the winter’s day.
She stood at the crossing and waited long,
Alone, uncared for, amid the throng,
Of human beings who passed her by,
Not heeding the glance of her anxious eye.

Down the street with laughter and shout,
Glad in the freedom of “school let out,”
Came the boys like a flock of sheep,
Hailing the snow piled white and deep.

Past the woman so old and gray,
Hastened the children on their way;
None offered a helping hand to her,
so meek, so timid, afraid to stir,
Lest in the din of traffic, the cars so fleet,
Should crowd her down in the slippery street.

At last came one of the merry troop –
The happiest lad of all the group.
He paused beside her and whispered low,
“I’ll help you across, if you wish to go.”

He guided the trembling feet along,
Glad that his own were firm and strong.
Then back again to his friends he went,
His young heart happy, and well content.
“She’s somebody’s mother, boys, you know,
Although she’s aged and poor and slow;

“And I hope some fellow will lend a hand
To help my mother, you understand
If ever she’s poor and old and gray,
When her own dear boy is far away.”

And “somebody’s mother” bowed low her head
In her home that night, and the prayer she said
Was, “God be kind to the noble boy
Who is somebody’s son and strength and joy.”

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