Notes from Dilbeck's Daughter

BY ELAINE MACINTIRE
My Dad was a great believer in enjoying times of leisure. Leisure to him was not about being lazy but rather about being still and enjoying time alone with yourself, doing the things that you enjoyed. One of his favorite past times was memorizing and reciting poetry. I remember listening to him and being totally drawn into his words. He spoke with perfect timing and emphasis like any good storyteller.
I was wondering about how he came to enjoy poetry so much and how he ever began memorizing and reciting the words of others. Seems less than leisurely to me. But in thinking about the time that he grew up in, it all began to make sense. He was born in 1907 when studying poetry and reciting it were common practices in schools. The main source of entertainment was listening to the radio. 1920 was considered “The Birth of Poetry Broadcasting”. Poetry was commonly read on the BBC, reflecting different tastes and movements. Dramatic readings of poems about true life events or imagined adventures became a popular “listening” past time. So, Dad probably cultivated a love for poetry as a young boy and kept that love for his entire life.
His favorite poems were written by Robert Service, a Canadian poet and epic writer at the turn of the century. Service wrote about a legendary tale in his famous poem, “The Cremation of Sam McGhee”. Dad had this memorized and ready to recite throughout the years. I do not know what age he was when he learned the poem because it was written in 1907. My guess is that it was sometime in his early school years. If you would like to hear it recited, you can go to You Tube and listen to Johnny Cash do an awesome reading.
One of my favorite recitations of Dad’s was of the poem, “My Madonna” , also by Service. It is a very touching short poem with a lovely twist in perspective. Dad ‘s voice would soften as he told of the woman in this story. He was very sentimental and you could hear that in his voice.
Another favorite recitation of his was the poignant, spiritual poem, “Abou Ben Adhem” by James Henry Leigh Hunt. I loved this so much that I memorized it. I think that Dad’s enjoyment and practice of poetic verse further sheds light on the creative, and deep person that he was.
I hope that you will enjoy reading these poems and that you will use your leisure time doing the things that give you joy!


