A Host of Yellow Daffodils
I never see the first spring daffodil in the yard without thinking of Alexandria and how much she loved not only the flower, but the poetry about them as well. One poem was simply entitled, “Daffodils”. I remember her reading it to me. How I loved the inflection of her voice as she read. Her voice was so musical.
Alexandria was a journal keeper from a very young age. Here is an entry from January 19, 1986. Alexandria was almost 11:
Yesterday was Grandma’s birthday. Today was Sunday. Next Sunday will be my birthday! Yay! I will be 11 years old!
I have a hunch my grandma is making me something for my birthday. Because my mom mentioned my birthday to her and said that she better hurry up. Yahoo! She sews good.
Here is an entry from January 19, 1987:
I can’t wait til my b-day! Only 6 more days! I didn’t do…OH! Today Ch.7 News filmed us in TA(unreadable). I think they cut us off, though. Glen got in (page cut off) though. I AM SO MAD! Goodnight! Goodnight! Goodnight! (in smaller and smaller letters) Goodnight! Goodnight! zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
June 5, 1982 (Yang was seven): The Recital
Alexandria Wagley
Tony Hansen (then a bunch of pencil drawings of hearts)
It was great. But I was a little nervous. The first act was perfect, The others were good, But they wern’t as good as the ballet, But they were all good. I hated the one that the music was The Fall Guy, It was harable.
And it was my moms and my dads 9th anniversary!
June 6th, 1982: The next day Glen was the first to get in trouble! And I hated my mothers wistling.
And I had a puppy named Pitty Pat. We we went to Grandma’s house.
Ok, that’s all I can stand. January is always sad now. It’s the birth and death month of my mother. It’s Alexandria’s birth month. I hope there are daffodils where they are or at least that they can see daffodils. I still have the poetry notebook she made that includes, among other things, the poem “Daffodils”. I still remember how she read it and how she said, “A host of yellow daffodils”.
April 27th, 2010 at 1:06 pm
Hi, I just finished reading the article of the April 1, 1988 tornado. Did you by chance live in East Mountain. I went thru that tornado at home alone, my parents Angie and Jerry Tipping were in Longview that day. I lived next to the Wards.