| When I was a young boy, I was required to memorize the poem, The Village Blacksmith, in school. When I asked my Dad to help me with it, he sat down with me and, smiling, quoted the whole thing verbatim. He had memorized it when he was a boy, too. I was really surprised, for I was feeling abused for having such a formidable job in front of me. He patiently helped me through it, though, and I had considerably less feelings of intimidation. |