What did Ima and the Hoggs do for Thanksgiving?
Saturday, November 12, 2016
For Veterans’ Day weekend, part of a 1916 poem by Robert W. Service, whose brother was killed in World War I.
Ima Hogg copied this into her summer 1918 diary.
“But it isn’t playing the game,” he said--
And he slammed his books away.
“The Latin & Greek I’ve got in my head
Will do for a duller day.”
“Rubbish!” I cried,
“The bugle’s call
Isn’t for lads from school.”
D’ye think he’d listen?
Oh not at all:
So I called him a fool, a fool.
Now there’s his dog, by
his empty bed.
And the flute he used to play.
And his favorite bat--
But Dick he’s dead--
Somewhere in France
Ima Hogg was mourning someone she lost in that war in 1918. We may never know who.