Signs of the Times

[Arthur C. Archibald, quoting Senator Davis, in the Automobilist, Lowell, Massachusetts]

My mother was always singing. One of the most vivid recollections of my boyhood is the picture of my mother standing at our gate with a lamp in her hand, sending one boy to work in the mills and welcoming another boy home. My brother was on the night shift and I was on the day shift. On dark nights my mother, realizing that my little brother was afraid, would go with him to the gate, and holding the lamp high in her hands, she would sing an old Welsh song while he trudged out bravely into the dark. She would keep singing till he disappeared, and then as he passed into the night I would walk wearily out of the same, and find my way home guided by her lamp and her song. The memory of her music has made my whole life happy.

June 18, 1932

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