Earls Poem
When I was five years old, and my parents were graduate students attending IU, we lived in an old two-story farmhouse that had been subdivided into apartments. It had a long bannister I loved to slide down - and at the top of the stairs lived an elderly lady who used to graciously invite me in when I invited myself up - and let me SNEAK a bowl of Karo syrup, which I loved. Next door to us was a yarn shop, and the gentleman who ran it was my very first admirer, I guess - well, next to my Grandpa Alward. He used to give me colorful yarn samples to play with. One Christmas He wrote this poem for me and I'm proud to put it on the web. Click on the card to read it.