A mother who is really a mother is never free. ~ Honore de Balzac

There are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before.

~ Willa Cather

A Fixed Idea
by Amy Lowell
What torture lurks within a single thought
When grown too constant; and however kind,
However welcome still, the weary mind
Aches with its presence. Dull remembrance taught
Remembers on unceasingly; unsought
The old delight is with us but to find
That all recurring joy is pain refined,
Become a habit, and we struggle, caught.
You lie upon my heart as on a nest,
Folded in peace, for you can never know
How crushed I am with having you at rest
Heavy upon my life. I love you so
You bind my freedom from its rightful quest.
In mercy lift your drooping wings and go.

Thanksgiving Day

The Chicagoan - Magazine of the Jazz Age

Peggy Shannon - actress 1920s

Office workers - 1900

Birth Day

Victorian painting

Rudolph Valentino - 1895 - 1926
silent film star of the 1920s

Ice Palace, Leadville, Colorado 1895

Redbook, August 1924
Books and magazines that Silver might have picked up and read in the years before she died.

Colorado's State bird and flower

Baby Doe, on Up Start records


The Ballad of Baby Doe