Since this series began in January 2018 there have been over 1200 Posts from Your Archives where bloggers have taken the opportunity to share posts to a new audience…
The topics have ranged from travel, childhood, recipes, history, family and the most recent series was #PotLuck where I shared a random selection of different topics.
This series is along the same lines and is a celebration of Christmas and New Year.
Today author and poet Elizabeth Gauffreau shares one of her poems that captures the essence of the meaning of Christmas.
St. Luke’s Episcopal Church, East Greenwich, Rhode Island*
Children Singing in Latin
When was the last time
You heard children
Singing in Latin,
Every note clear and sweet,
Every vowel in its proper place,
Your gaze transfixed
By the unwavering flame
Of brass-tipped beeswax?
If you ever again
Hear children
Singing in Latin,
Will you dare
Turn around
To see their faces?
©Elizabeth Gauffreau 2022
The Inspiration
I wrote this poem several years ago after attending Christmas Eve services with my brother and his family. (I’d been away from the Church for a while.) The purity of the children’s voices singing in Latin behind me left me so awestruck I was afraid to turn around.
*from St. Luke’s Facebook Timeline, January 8, 2014
My thanks to Liz for sharing this beautiful poem with us and there is nothing quite like a choir at Christmas filling a church with their voices.
Books by Elizabeth Gauffreau
One of the reviews for Telling Sonny
Telling Sonny, is an evocative and atmospheric tale featuring, Faby, a young, small town, girl from a conservative Catholic family just entering womanhood. The story’s beginning is not so unusual. Faby, allows herself to be seduced by a charismatic stranger who, surprisingly, “does the right thing” returns and marries her when she finds herself pregnant. But, as is often the case, doing the right thing, ends up being dead wrong.
We then follow the newlyweds on a series of mild adventures, as the increasingly pregnant Faby, moves from town to town, playdate to playdate with her new husband, America’s favorite hoofer, on the vaudeville circuit.
The author does an excellent job of describing the atmosphere of the small-town America of the 1920s. After a bit of a bumpy start, her prose stretches out and hits its stride in chapter two as the girl summarizes her situation: “Faby found herself confounded by their theme of commencement. It had been a year since her high school graduation and nothing had commenced for her, as far as she could tell.”
There are some wonderfully evocative passages: “They both laughed softly, the laughter hovering briefly between the two beds before drifting out the open windows.” And this pointed description of Faby’s first meeting with her new mother-in-law: “As Louis drove them back to the house in silence, his mother in the front seat beside him, Faby couldn’t recall ever having seen the back of someone’s head look so smug.”
If you are looking for a major theme and high adventure, Telling Sonny is not for you. However, if you can be satisfied with a intriguing tale of quotidian truth about real people, people, perhaps like your own grandparents, I’d highly recommend Telling Sonny.
Read the reviews and buy: Amazon US – and : Amazon UK – Read more reviews and follow Elizabeth: Goodreads – Twitter: @LGauffreau
About Elizabeth Gauffreau
Elizabeth Gauffreau writes fiction and poetry with a strong connection to family and place. She holds a B.A. in English from Old Dominion University and an M.A. in English/Fiction Writing from the University of New Hampshire. She is currently the Assistant Dean of Curriculum & Assessment for Champlain College Online, where she is an Associate Professor. Her fiction and poetry have been published in literary magazines and several themed anthologies. Her debut novel, Telling Sonny, was published by Adelaide Books in 2018. Liz lives in Nottingham, New Hampshire with her husband.
Thanks for dropping in today and it would great if you could share Liz’s post… Sally.
It is great seeing Liz here today, Sally. Congratulations to her.
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Thanks John..hugsx
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Thank you, John!
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Beautiful poem, wonderful book and great review from two of my favorite bloggers. Happy Holidays to Liz & Sally! 👼🎅🦌🌟🎄
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Thanks very much Cindy ♥♥
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Thank you very much, Cindy! Happy Holidays to you as well.
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Hi Sally, this is a wonderful poem. Thanks for sharing.
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It is lovely thanks Robbie ♥
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Thank you, Robbie.
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This poem is sublime. Thanks, Sally and Liz for this wonderful memory.
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Thanks Darlene..♥
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Thank you, Darlene! “Sublime” is high praise indeed. I’m so glad the poem resonated with you.
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Excellent poem, Liz. Thanks for sharing. The joyful beauty of children’s voices singing in Latin at Christmas is unmatched. Happy Holidays
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Thanks very much for sharing William hugsx
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Thanks William. hugsx
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Thank you, William. I’m glad you agree!
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Oh, that poem!
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Lovely isn’t it.. thanks Joy hugx
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Thank you, Joy! That service really was a reverential experience.
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Congrats to Liz!
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Thanks Cynthia.. have a lovely Christmas. xx
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Thanks, Cynthia!
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Excellent. I still sing in Latin in my head, but my kids don’t. Thanks for sharing this.
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Me too Jacqui different emphasis at school I thnk.. xx
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Thanks, Jacqui!
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I love Liz’s poem Sally! Thank you for sharing it with us.
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Thanks Dorothy..hugsxx
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Thank you, Dorothy!
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Liz’s poem is wonderful, Sally! Thank you for sharing it.
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Thanks Eugenia and Happy Holidays..x
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My pleasure, Sally, and Happy Holidays. 💖
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Thank you, Eugi!
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You’re welcome, Liz!
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Thank you so much for the reblog, Judith!
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It’s my pleasure, Liz. A lovely poem.
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Thanks again, Judith.
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That poem is so atmospheric. Lovely! Amazing!
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It is Alex.. ♥
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Thank you, Trish! I’m so glad that atmosphere in the church came through.
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What a lovely poem from Liz. It has a magical and spiritual sense of awe. To turn around and see those faces would be like seeing pure beauty, too bright for the eyes. A wonderful share, Sally.
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Thanks Diana.. delighted you enjoyed ♥
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Thank you, Diana! I’m so glad that sense of awe came through to you.
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Thank you for sharing this poem that means so much to me, Sally!
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My pleasure Liz and it is being much enjoyed..hugs
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I can see that! I’m very pleased.
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Thanks very much for sharing Michael..hugsx
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Thanks for sharing Liz’s wonderful poem. It brings Christmas mood into the rooms. I only have to look for beewax candle. A must be for entertaining all senses. hugsx Michael
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It does Michael and delighted you enjoyed hugsx
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Thank you, Michael! I’m glad you enjoyed the poem.
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Beautiful photo and poem, Liz! Xo
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Thank you, Denise!
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Thanks Denise..xxhugsx
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A beautiful poem from Liz. I’m wondering how many still use Latin? 🙂 ❤
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Thank you, Debby. I’d guess that choirs in traditional churches still sing the Latin Christmas hymns.
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That’s amazing! 🙂
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Thanks Debby… ♥
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Wonderful review and poem! Sharing.
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Thanks very much Bette ♥
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Thank you, Bette!
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So beautiful! There is nothing purer than children’s voices. Thank you for sharing this from the archives of Liz Gauffreau!
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I agree… thanks Jan ♥
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Thank you, Jan! I’m glad you enjoyed the poem.
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There is something otherworldy in Latin, I find. A great poem. Congratulations to Elizabeth!
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Thanks Olga and I agre….hugsx
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Thank you, Olga!
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Such a beautiful poem, Liz. I know how you felt. Children singing in a church (wonderful acoustics) surrounded by its beauty has a purity and feeling that is poem-worthy. Latin is the frosting on the cake.
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Thanks Jennie ♥
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You’re welcome, Sally! ❤️
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Thank you very much, Jennie. I’m glad to hear that you’ve had the same experience.
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You’re welcome, Liz. We are the lucky ones.
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We certainly are.
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