Plowman Poetry: Memories of the Old Stove

 

This undated poem was written by Sarah Elizabeth Plowman, known to her family as “Sate.”  The poem was written to her neice Luna May Plowman, daughter of Charles Nelson Plowman.  Charles and Sate were both children of William Tuthill Plowman.  The last stanza of the poem refers to a “souvenir.”   The Plowmans often wrote poetry to accompany gifts at Christmas, birthdays, and other special occasions.  We do not know what the souvenir was.

Sarah Elizabeth "Sate" Plowman

Sarah Elizabeth "Sate" Plowman

Memories of the Old Stove

by Sate Plowman

~~~

Way back in old Westphalia

When we were young and gay,

When brothers too and sisters

Wore the common home-spun gray,

~~~ 

Our happy brother Charlie

So strong in hand and arm

Had left the dear old homestead

Moved on his Riley farm.

 ~~~

To us other numerous children

It always seemed a treat

To visit this dear brother

And around his board to eat.

 ~~~

They always set a table

Good enough for any king,

For what ever there was needed,

He would always gladly bring.

~~~ 

His wife was kind and thrifty

And of pies, baked not a few,

For of fruit he furnished plenty,

Both to bake and also stew.

~~~ 

Now soon they found their oven

Quite too small for their demand,

And they planned to buy another

Either new or second-hand.

~~~ 

So now this happy brother

To an auction found his way;

I think he will remember

For it was his lucky day.

~~~ 

It was there he found the creature

They always called, “Old Dutch,”

Of milk she gave a plenty

And of butter they made much.

 ~~~

There too, a fine large stove he found,

‘Twas just as good as new,

The oven large and roomy

The fire-box ample too.

~~~ 

But as the years went fleeting by

They made another change,

This stove now old, was set aside,

For the bright and modern range. 

~~~

Our brother’s oldest daughter

With a voice quite sad and low,

While looking at the old stove, said,

“I am sorry to see it go.”

~~~

When a very little maiden

With her round and dimpled cheek,

By it’s side she sat and prattled,

In the oven warmed her feet;

~~~

By it sat in early childhood,

When the time so quickly flies,

By it rocked her little sister,

With the bright and laughing eyes.

~~~

Many pleasant recollections

‘Round the old stove seemed to twine,

And she loved it very dearly

For that bright and sunny time.

~~~

And now for happy memories

For which we all have sought,

We bought this little souvenir

For what the old stove brought.

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