tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909873906945302299.post413653144369009674..comments2023-06-04T08:20:57.435-04:00Comments on Port Reporter Unlimited: A reckless act by an otherwise cautious personGillian Swarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16075628273664457571noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909873906945302299.post-39314762886741106512009-12-20T15:55:11.203-05:002009-12-20T15:55:11.203-05:00Posted as a follow-up the above comment (previousl...Posted as a follow-up the above comment (previously "forwarded in a Motion of Comity"):<br /><br />Most relieved to have received a reply to one's email (referenced in footnote *** above) ...<br /><br />Which ensured that "Port Reporter Unlimited" has delimited her seaside adventures during the Nor'easter.<br /><br />And reassured that she will follow the broad appeal of her friends and followers ...<br /><br />That from hereon in she will take more care when out and about ...Comitynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909873906945302299.post-33149477391575642502009-12-20T13:18:36.055-05:002009-12-20T13:18:36.055-05:00Marry (*)! Thank heavens you made it home from se...Marry (*)! Thank heavens you made it home from sea(side), albeit somewhat the worse for wear.<br /><br />Reading of your experience immediately recalled a bit of history (or rather "herstory") ---<br /><br />About another "casual incident" on Plum Island experienced by local (19th Century) poet Hannah Flagg Gould, which inspired her to write her the following poem.<br /><br />"A Name in the Sand" (**) <br /><br />Alone I walked the ocean strand:<br />A pearly shell was in my hand:<br />I stooped and wrote upon the sand<br />My name, the year, the day.<br />As onward from the spot I passed.<br />One lingering look behind I cast:<br />A wave came rolling high and fast.<br />And washed my lines away.<br /><br />And so, methought, 'twill shortly be<br />With every mark on earth from me.<br />A wave of dark oblivion's sea<br />Will sweep across the place<br />Where I have trod the sandy shore<br />Of time, and been to be no more.<br />Of me — my day — the name I bore,<br />To leave nor track, nor trace.<br /><br />And yet, with Him. who counts the sands,<br />And holds the waters in his hands,<br />I know a lasting record stands<br />Inscribed against my name.<br />Of all this mortal part has wrought.<br />Of all this thinking soul has thought.<br />And from these fleeting moments caught<br />For glory or for shame.<br /><br />****** FOOTNOTES ******<br /><br />* Marry being an archaic exclamation of surprise or emphasis; the interjection, now obsolete, a corruption of the Virgin Mary.<br /><br />** Reference p. 663 of Currier's "Ould Newbury, Historical and Biographical Sketches," which concludes the chapter on Hannah Flagg Gould (pp. 659 - 663).<br /><br />This piece a tad maudlin, perhaps. But now that you are safe and sound, thought one would pass it along, since one oft mentioned Hannah to you (***).<br /><br />*** More e-mitted via conventional e-mail, including hyperlinks.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com