My biography: Alfred Tennyson Vaughn

Looking Towards Heaven (Pictured above is a well-loved man, named Dad and Grandpa.)


**Note** My Grandpa, Alfred Tennyson Vaughn, wrote several articles that were published  before his death July 25, 1999. We didn't know they existed, until I did some family searching on the net and they came up. They were published in 2000 after his death and are no longer available/searchable.  Recently, My mom gave me a stack of Grandpa's poems.  There are literally hundreds of them.  In that stack are several continuing stories about his growing up in Entiat and his family

Needless to say, since I didn't know these were out there, I was in tears when I saw them. They are a cherished gift from Grandpa, who was a wonderful writer and poet! We love and miss you Grandpa!

You can find the first parts of these series here:
Entiat #1
Entiat #2
Entiat #3
Entiat #4
Entiat #5
Entiat #6 
That Old House 
Entiat Pioneers 
The Newcomer 
Neighbors of the Valley

My biography: 
Alfred Vaughn

It was 1914, in the middle of fall;
Dad got on the phone to make a call;
Time for the nurse! Time for the stork!
T'was middle of harvest, lots of work.

Nurse came quickly with buggy and horse,
Dad boiled water and was kinda terse.
He chased the children outdoors to play,
Then they heard a noise like a big Bluejay.

They cried, "It's a bird! It's a Crow!"
"Aw it's a Bluejay; or don't you know!"
Little did they guess, it was the stork
'Til the nurse left, done with her work.

Little baby brother was number thirteen.
Another mouth to feed and then to wean.
Big brothers ran fast to spread the news 
To Uncle Dan next door, who terbaccy chews.

"Uncle Dan! Guess what Uncle Dan!"
"We have a baby brother, a little man!"
Well, Uncle Dan chewed terbaccy as he thot.
Then in Kentucky drawl the words came out.

He beckoned them up close, and they came.
Uncle Dan had just thought of a new name.
"You-uns tell yore Pa" (again he spits)
"It's time fer you-uns to call him 'Quits'"

How the boys laughed!  Their feet did fly,
They ran to give Uncle Dan's latest reply
To Dad, who was busy with household chores.
He turned deep red and muttered, "No More!"

Well, the next day Uncle Dan beckoned his head,
"Did you-uns tell yore Pa jest what ah said?"
They allowed they did.  He spit on the fence.
"Humph!  Ah thought you-all had bettah sense!"

That's how it happened long, long ago.
I know cause my brothers told me 'twas so.
And that is just how that I came to be
The thirteenth and last child of my family.

                               ~1994~