Elizabeth Kraft Michel was the wife of Conrad William Michel 1820-1895, married in Germany in 1842 where both were born. She was the daughter of Johann Nicholas and Anna Dorathea Rahn Kraft. Her parents, husband and baby Nicholas came to America on the ship "Emma" out of Antwerp, Belgium in 1846.Conrad and Elizabeth Kraft Michel had 9 children;Nicholas,Mary Catherine Michel Hamann,Valentine Wally,Rosina Michel Bunse,Henry, George, Wilhelmina Michel Materne,John, and Wilhelm Michel.
This poem was written about her.
My Neighbor and I"
She understands not a sound I say,
My old German neighbor ober the way;
But neither of us care for that
As we sit on the sunny steps and chat.
And the soft wind touches the gray of her hair
And the cheeks so wrinkled from toil and care,
As we sit in the sunshine and nod and smile
Which, after all, are the things worth -while.
Tis perhaps of the times when she was young
That she talks to one in her mother tongue,
For the old live not in the world of today
But in times that are past and far away.
Nor does she mind that I do not know
What she says to me of the long ago,
For I look in her face and smile
Which, after all, are the things worth -while.
She has traveled the path of life for years
Down through the sunshine and it's tears;
And now she waits at the end alone
For the summons that shall call her home;
A little gladness to brighten her way,
A little cheer at the close of day,
So we sit in the sunshine and nod and smile
Which, after all, are the things worth -while.
This poem was written about Elizabeth Michel after she was 92 by a neighbor
Who was the poetess Grace Hosmer…
Elizabeth was 96 years old.
This poem was written about her.
My Neighbor and I"
She understands not a sound I say,
My old German neighbor ober the way;
But neither of us care for that
As we sit on the sunny steps and chat.
And the soft wind touches the gray of her hair
And the cheeks so wrinkled from toil and care,
As we sit in the sunshine and nod and smile
Which, after all, are the things worth -while.
Tis perhaps of the times when she was young
That she talks to one in her mother tongue,
For the old live not in the world of today
But in times that are past and far away.
Nor does she mind that I do not know
What she says to me of the long ago,
For I look in her face and smile
Which, after all, are the things worth -while.
She has traveled the path of life for years
Down through the sunshine and it's tears;
And now she waits at the end alone
For the summons that shall call her home;
A little gladness to brighten her way,
A little cheer at the close of day,
So we sit in the sunshine and nod and smile
Which, after all, are the things worth -while.
This poem was written about Elizabeth Michel after she was 92 by a neighbor
Who was the poetess Grace Hosmer…
Elizabeth was 96 years old.
Elizabeth Kraft Michel was the wife of Conrad William Michel 1820-1895, married in Germany in 1842 where both were born. She was the daughter of Johann Nicholas and Anna Dorathea Rahn Kraft. Her parents, husband and baby Nicholas came to America on the ship "Emma" out of Antwerp, Belgium in 1846.Conrad and Elizabeth Kraft Michel had 9 children;Nicholas,Mary Catherine Michel Hamann,Valentine Wally,Rosina Michel Bunse,Henry, George, Wilhelmina Michel Materne,John, and Wilhelm Michel.
This poem was written about her.
My Neighbor and I"
She understands not a sound I say,
My old German neighbor ober the way;
But neither of us care for that
As we sit on the sunny steps and chat.
And the soft wind touches the gray of her hair
And the cheeks so wrinkled from toil and care,
As we sit in the sunshine and nod and smile
Which, after all, are the things worth -while.
Tis perhaps of the times when she was young
That she talks to one in her mother tongue,
For the old live not in the world of today
But in times that are past and far away.
Nor does she mind that I do not know
What she says to me of the long ago,
For I look in her face and smile
Which, after all, are the things worth -while.
She has traveled the path of life for years
Down through the sunshine and it's tears;
And now she waits at the end alone
For the summons that shall call her home;
A little gladness to brighten her way,
A little cheer at the close of day,
So we sit in the sunshine and nod and smile
Which, after all, are the things worth -while.
This poem was written about Elizabeth Michel after she was 92 by a neighbor
Who was the poetess Grace Hosmer…
Elizabeth was 96 years old.
This poem was written about her.
My Neighbor and I"
She understands not a sound I say,
My old German neighbor ober the way;
But neither of us care for that
As we sit on the sunny steps and chat.
And the soft wind touches the gray of her hair
And the cheeks so wrinkled from toil and care,
As we sit in the sunshine and nod and smile
Which, after all, are the things worth -while.
Tis perhaps of the times when she was young
That she talks to one in her mother tongue,
For the old live not in the world of today
But in times that are past and far away.
Nor does she mind that I do not know
What she says to me of the long ago,
For I look in her face and smile
Which, after all, are the things worth -while.
She has traveled the path of life for years
Down through the sunshine and it's tears;
And now she waits at the end alone
For the summons that shall call her home;
A little gladness to brighten her way,
A little cheer at the close of day,
So we sit in the sunshine and nod and smile
Which, after all, are the things worth -while.
This poem was written about Elizabeth Michel after she was 92 by a neighbor
Who was the poetess Grace Hosmer…
Elizabeth was 96 years old.
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