While reading a book of memories written by Agnes Ellen Gurney Pinkerton (my 2nd great grandmother) I came across a little poem written by her mother’s sister (Mary Williams Orcutt), Aunt Fanny (Francis Ellen Orcutt), as a child.
Fanny had a way with words; one always find her scribbling little sayings or poems.
Apparently, Fanny and her sister Mary (Agnes’s mother) had quite the little pet cemetery.
With each death of a pet or expired animal found, they went through great pomp and circumstance in an attempt at providing a “proper” burial.
In the pet cemetery, there was an old roof shingle standing up on end marking the grave of a kitten who came to his demise early in life. Attached to the shingle was a piece of paper with a poem written in a child’s hand that acted as the eulogy to the deceased feline.
“Cassibianca, here he lies,
With stiffened legs and shut-up eyes.
Ma stepped on him and stopped his breath,
An that is the way he came to his death.”
After reading that little poem, I laughed so hard. It is horrible what happened to the little kitten. I could picture in my mind’s eye, two little girls in dressed in outfits typical to the era (abt 1850) standing over a fresh little grave, with serious expressions reading the poem out loud.
This find is a sweet little treasure!
Thank you for reading.
J. R. Lowe