WEST BRANCH SCHOOL
To my dear friend and schoolmate, Mrs. Lydia Pike Sargent:
Do you remember when we first met, long, long ago
In the schoolhouse on the "Branch"
Where the mark we had to toe?
We were pupils, you and I
With some twenty five or thirty more,
Oh happy days, happy days.
Are there more laid up in store?
Our teacher, one Robinson by name,
We thought him wondrous wise;
If he were here on earth to-day
We'd laud him to the skies.
'Twas in eighteen fifty five,
The fall we were sixteen
We knew more than we have since
With all the years between.
Can you recall them one by one
Those pupils with honor bright?
I will try what I can do
With you to set me right.
The McAllisters, Martha, Mary and Gilman;
Another family of that name with a George and Sylvester;
There was a girl came from there-
Hardly think she was their sister.
(Afterwards Mrs. Emma Brown of Waterbury)
Then the Bigelows, Edwin, Ira and Walter,
Then a Slayton we called "Cate",
Corrie and Carroll Robinson-
Lucky then none knew their fate.
There were the Pike boys, George and "Dikte",
And another cousin of yours, her name I cannot recall,
She left this life after a few short years-
Oh, how it grieved us all.
Lucinda and Kimber Barnes,
Stoddard Nutting and Richard Mower,
Augusta Marshall and a Foster girl (Janet?)
Sylvander, Seneca, Harrison and Ahira Poor,
Gertrude and Georgiana Luce;
George Dake, from where I cannot recall,
Olive Handy and yourself and your humble servant-
How many can answer that roll call?
But we'll meet them by and by
In their homes "Over there"
Where separations are no more,
And we are free from fret and care.
In just fourteen days more
Unless the lord calls a halt,
I'll be eighty years old
And I cannot earn my salt,
But I'm left here on earth,
It must be for a purpose true:
Now dear friend and schoolmate
Sera Thompson Judson, Stowe, VT.
November 12, 1919