About That Poem: I’m sure it ran in newspapers at various times since its initial publication, so Mrs. Garrett’s “source” isn’t completely implausible. Once again, my friend Bob, whom I believe has earned the official title of Unpaid Volunteer Archivist & Researcher, decided to do some digging on his own. He tracked down the poem’s origin. It is from the April 5, 1952 issue of The Saturday Evening Post. And, to our surprise, it is just a random thing stuck in the middle of a page with a completely different story. ?!?!? I mean, I’m glad that it was published… And whoever Fleur Conkling Heyliger is (more power to you for that name), thank you for these words, which I as an adopted child find very touching. :-) I can only find one other poem called “Clouds” by her on the interwebs. (Is FCH a pen name? Write to me if you know any more about her. I’m assuming it’s a she because Fleur is the French word for Flower.)
Every year some friends throw a “Crap For Christmas” party where we all unload something we already own in a white-elephant-style gift exchange. A couple years back I received a gift bag with some random decorative items, statues, candles, and THIS PICTURE FRAME. It had a picture of parents and a baby in it. I decided to give it my own personal spin:
And lastly, OF COURSE THERE IS ALREADY FACTS OF LIFE FAN FICTION. (Because Internet.) DISCLAIMER: I have read very, very little of this. I just felt the need to share. In case my podcast doesn’t waste enough of your time already.