The beautiful town of Le Claire, sheltered by the hills and washed by the waves of the Mississippi river was my birthplace.
The yard surrounding our home was made a restful retreat by choice fruit trees, shrubbery and flowers of my mother's planting.
Walking alone in this garden of beauty, watching the unfolding fruit and flowers, or sitting on the steps leading from the garden wall to the river, watching the fleeting clouds or bright stars reflected from the water; I would talk to my Creator and then I would talk to the trees, flowers and river; I would say, "Some day I will write a book and tell the beautiful thoughts whispered to me."
Every breeze that sighed thru the trees or every wave that kissed the rocky shore was a voice speaking to me. Every sunbeam playing in the orchard or every silvery tread of a moonbeam was melody to me, and my heart was filled with gladness and joy as I walked alone dreaming and hopeful of that some day when I might write a book.
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