Oak Grove Coburn High School - Oak Leaves Yearbook (Vassalboro, ME)

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OAK LEAVES 1947 Some Camp in England, 700 A.U.C. To my dearest mother, Greetings. Word from Rome comes so slowly to brighten this dreary life. The beauty of our southern country, indeed, seems almost lost to me. Here, all is cold, damp, and depressing. We must stay here to do our duty, and I, as lieutenant, have the ever present job on hand of encouraging the men, but it seems at times to be almost useless. Most would prefer a good battle to this dreary camp life where boredom breeds discontent which is not easily overcome. The dark fog creeps in from the sea, and into all parts of our hearts. I need not tell you how I long for our sunshine and warmth. Rome seems far away. Often I feel strong resentment against those leaders -who prevent us from returning. Once, only, I have tasted something of my former life. We had been conducting a siege against a barrier of fighting barbarians, strange people who seem hardly men, and, having broken through their boundaries, we pursued them farther into the west than I had been before. As our provi- sions were growing scant, we turned to a southern direction, and at length arrived in Bath. Here we found, much to our surprise and pleasure, as you may imagine, an attempt to recapture something of the beauty and ease of life which prevails in our Roman cities. We spent two days in this spot, which seemed celestial in the midst of such desolation. How I wished I could have lingered there. The discus- sion of politics, forums and temples was good for my stagnant thoughts. WHEN MRS. OWEN WAS AT HOME TO SENIORS 20

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OAK LEAVES 1947 Ahead of me loomed a house all brightly lighted. As I passed one of the windows, I peeked in, before falling upon the ground with all the other little crystals, knowing in my heart, which was quickly melting, that I would never return to you, up there in the sky, and never relate to anyone what I saw as I passed the window. Lovingly, Snowflake. Floating Island Up In The Sky January 31, 1947. Dear Snowflake, Don't be so sad little one, of course I remember that night you left me for your first journey to earth, but it wasn't your last. Soon you will evaporate and then kind old Mr. Sun twill pick you up and bring you gently back to your home up here in the sky. In the meantime you and all the other snow flakes have made a lot of children happy down there. Once you return, your stay won't be long, for you will soon have to venture on another journey to be followed by many more. But, you will always return after each visit to the earth, so cheer up and enjoy life while you're there. In the meantime we will be Waiting for you, your friends, sisters and brothers. I Love always, Mummie Cloud. ROXANNE CHACE, '47. 19

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