Category Archives: 1639 to 1989 is 350 years!

DO PROTESTANTS HONOR THEIR DEAD?

When Protestants honor the dead,

No prayers for them need be said…

Dead in Christ–

They’re in Paradise,

They’re with Jesus and are not dead.

We honor ancestors by our memories,

But to choose in this life God decrees…

Once in the grave

There’s no way to save,

A life’s choice for eternities!

My family remembers oftentimes,

About our family’s blood lines…

Visiting graves

May happen Sundays,

And any other available times.

–Jonathan Caswell

TELL US A STORY FROM OUR HISTORY

Papa, tell us a story,

About our family’s glory…

Exciting tales

Of life in Wales,

Did we back then own a dory?

Momma, tell of your side,

That clipper ship was quite a ride…

A cabin boy

In ship’s employ,

Did he sail up the Clyde?

Which relatives we’ll visit,

How can we stay just a minute…

Some are so old

They’d catch a cold

If they were somebody’s tenant?

They want to serve some tea,

If I agree–what’s the matter with me…

They’re being kind

Aren’t we blind

To deny hospitality?

Some stories you never told,

We search them out growing old…

Family hurts

And losing of shirts,

No wonder some people act cold!

–jONATHAN cASWELL

FAMILY HISTORY TRAIN CAR

FAMILY HISTORY TRAIN CAR

A magnifying glass,

I’ll need bringing to pass…

Particulars

Of my forebears,

A project destined to last.

Tom Caswell–sixteen thirty-nine–

Landed on these shores the first time…

His Papa was caught

In a land promotion plot,

Tom’s Papa convicted of crime!

I have an idea in N scale

Of celebrating that tale…

Sixteen thirty-nine

Was a long time

Ago on my family’s trail.

Three hundred and fifty years,

In nineteen eighty-nine, appears..

Since my ancestor landed

On these shores (empty-handed?),

Susque-tricentennial  cheers!

The idea is to letter a car,

That hasn’t made progress so far…

The numbers small

Won’t fit all

I feel like I’m stuck in cold tar!

I’m thinking of larger scales,

Where fumble fingers won’t fail…

Bicentennial cabeese

Relettered at least,

Would be perfect to tell the tale!

–Jonathan Caswell

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LIKE THE LOST COIN…

LIKE THE LOST COIN

(Luke 15: 8-10)

So where did he put it this time,

It doesn’t make reason or rhyme…

That body shell

He loved well

was really missing this time!

A Bicentennial unit,

Without bag or box attached to it…

He put it somewhere

Protecting it there,

And now he can’t get to it.

He’s changing out the chassis

That one body shell is classy…

Have searched everywhere

Now in despair

to find it he’d be really happy!

–Jonathan Caswell

SUSQUI-TRICENTENNIAL…UH-HUH.

SUSQUI-TRICENTENNIAL…UH-HUH.

Three hundred fifty years, from 1639,

To the year we were married is fine…

Caswells in America–

A little piece of clerica,

Another cheer for 1989!

Like the start of the Space Are,

Other things took center stage…

In Eighty-nine we married

And on honeymoon tarried,

Two weeks…in this day and age!

So it wasn’t til later

That I realized to celebrate her…

And my family’s time

In this U.S.A. clime,

Although for family it wasn’t a high rater.

I’ve collected Bicentennial  cabooses,

In N scale to do what one chooses…

Re-letter mine

“1639”,

Unless one caboose refuses.

Then run a special train,

(I have history on the berain),

Around my train track

And then run it back,

I run it every year again!

–Jonathan Caswell