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Show 204 MADELYN CANNON STEWART SILVER happy together. Ivan had his arm around his girl, and com fortably tweaked her ear or stroked her shoulder. Nobody seemed to notice or mind at all. At just the right moment, H. rose to go and with the briefest good byes we left to stand in the corridor with Madame, waiting for M. to find Pierre. H. tipped the servants generously. MIle Willis rode with us to Louvain, where we left her on the street, much to Harold's chagrin. I felt there was much love in the household. When Mlle. and Corinne said goodnight, all the children kissed her good night, and Corinne kissed her Mother and sisters-in-law. They were all easy and happy together," Upon returning to London Harold and Madelyn embarked Queen, for the Isle of Man, so Madelyn on the steamer Mona's could visit the land of her Cannon ancestors. They spent a day and two nights sightseeing and visiting the museum, where they saw the microfilm reader that her Aunt Annie had given the They visited churches, halls of government, and wound through the countryside. She records several long con museum. versations with Manx residents. They returned to London, flew from Heathrow, spent a few hours with Barnard in Boston, then on to Idlewild (now John F. Kennedy) Airport in New York, then to Chicago and Denver. Although she was busy doing interesting things with Harold, Madelyn missed her children. During one introspective moment she penned the following verse about her sons: (Brian was 10, Barnard 19). NAMES BY MOTHER (OR MUTTERING MOTHER) Barnard, my Brian, I stutter your names, My two tall sons with life aflame Brian, Barnard, I stammer my love Asking you questions, exhorting above The hours of each day, the use of each hour, God's infinite workings: the pulse of your power. The sensitive soul, the response to each quest, The hunger for filling, the mouth for a jest. |
