|Birth: ||Aug. 10, 1896|
|Death: ||Jan. 15, 1967|
Nellie Isabell LAPHAM MARCY, daughter of HORANCE IRVING LAPHAM AND MARGARET ANN "Maggie" LEISHMAN.
She m. (1) Robert Melvin Mobbs, 8 Jul 1912, (2) m. William James Steele; 16 Sep 1917 (3) m. William Colin Medcalf; 24 Feb 1925 (4) m. Alva Arthur Gould; (5) m. Bryon D. Marcy; (6). m. George Ault.
The Hills of Home
BY:Nellie (Lapham) Marcy
I love to sit at eventide, in the sunsets mellow glow, And hum a tender lullaby while rocking "to and Fro," Then pause awhile, with a little smile, and let my memory roam. To the sandhills of Nebraska, my fair green hill of home, Those rolling hills, those dear green hills of home.
And nestled in among them, like emeralds they lay, Those beautiful green valleys, where we children loved to play. While scattered here and there about, like jewels on nature's breast, are tiny lakes that seem to just have settled down to rest,'Tween those rolling hills, those well loved hills, those fair green hills of home.
We loved to roam the hills and hear the cowbells merry sound, And then when shadows lengthened and the farmyard was at rest. There came the time of all the day, I think we loved the best.Near those rolling hills, those well loved hills, those fair green hills of home.
We would see the stars come peeping out to form the milky way, And looking o'er the meadows we would see the fire flies play. We would see the outline of the hills against the purple sky, And hear the coyote somewhere with his sad and lonely cry. In those rolling hills, those well loved hills, those fair green hills of home.
It was there we learned to drive a team, and deftly steer a plow,To watch for haying weather, and to fill the old hay mow.And when the golden harvest came, oh! time of ecstasy!
The dearest time of all the year, or so it seemed to me'Mid those rolling hills, those well loved hills, those fair green hills of home.
Or was it when the snow flakes flew, in whirling dancing flight, While we were snuggled safe and warm within the house at night? Or was it when the breezes sang, and and spring time came again? O're those rolling hills, those well loved hills, those fair green hills of home.
Me thinks perhaps I cannot tell, which season was most dear,
For everyday brought something new, throughout the changing year. But me heart is turning ever, no matter where I roam,
To the sandhills of Nebraska, my fair green hills of home.
Those rolling hills, those well loved hills, those fair green hills of home.
Genealogy files of: Robert W. LEISHMAN
Horace Irving Lapham (1869 - 1927)
Anna Margaret Leishman Lapham (1875 - 1951)
Nellie Isabell Lapham Ault (1896 - 1967)
Charles Everett Lapham (1901 - 1959)*
Orville William Lapham (1903 - 1963)*
Eunice Mary Lapham Neugebauer (1905 - 1965)*
Theodore Alexander Lapham (1910 - 1955)*
Riverside Memorial Park
Created by: Shirley Gaunt Lindley
Record added: Jul 22, 2008
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