Archive for the ‘Randolph Winburn Barrett’ Tag

Jesus, Lord of Little Children   1 comment

NFB Song

Above:  The Undated Primary Document from My Great-Grandmother

Scan Courtesy of Barbara Taylor Jackson

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EDITOR’S NOTE:

My great-grandmother gave birth to two sons and four daughters.  The two sons were Randolph Winburn Barrett (1905-?) and George Dickey Barrett (1910-1989).

KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR

AUGUST 17, 2013 COMMON ERA

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1.  Jesus, Lord of little children,

Lord today as yesterday,

From Thy radiant throne in glory,

Bend to hear us while we pray.

2.  By the shores of blue Genes’ret,

On their heads Thy hands were laid,

In Thy loving arms were babies,

Nestled gladly unafraid.

3.  While their mothers heard Thee saying,

“Let the children come to me,

Such as these make up Thy kingdom,

And in heav’n my Father see.”

4.  So to Thee we bring our baby,

Praying Thou wilt bless him now,

And in the years to follow,

With Thy grace his life endow.

NELLIE SEGUIN FOX BARRETT

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Adapted from this post:

http://taylorfamilypoems.wordpress.com/2013/08/17/jesus-lord-of-little-children/

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A Mother’s Prayer   Leave a comment

Nellie Sequin Fox Barrett

Above:  Nellie Seguin Fox Barrett (1876-1958) Late in Her Life

Cropped from a Photograph Courtesy of Randolph Fleming Taylor

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Written at Tignall, Georgia, in 1922, Shortly Before Her Son, Randolph Winburn Barrett (born in 1905), Left for Whatever He Went Off to Do –Perhaps Attend College–That Year

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Many thanks to Uncle Randy for sharing the text also!–KRT

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Heavenly Father, bless my boy,

He’s going to leave me very soon.

From my aching mother’s heart

I crave of Thee this priceless boon.

Keep him safe from all snares

Set for unwary youthful feet;

May he tread the “narrow way”

In Thy whole armor clad complete.

Keep him, body, mind, and soul,

Clean and pure; and grant that he

May prove a blessing unto all

With whom his daily lot may be.

Holding fast the talisman

That turns to vanity sin’s charms,

‘Ere the year drawn to its close

Restore him to my waiting arms.

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He is thine as well as mine,

And thou art pledged to keep thine own.

I will not fear, for in thy care

I will send him forth–my first-born son.

NELLIE SEGUIN FOX BARRETT

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In the 1930s, however, my greatuncle Randolph did leave home for good and disappear, never to function as part of the family again.  The precise circumstances of how that came to pass are, to the best of knowledge, lost to the mists of time.  But I know that I can only imagine how much his loss must have hurt my great-grandmother.

KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR

AUGUST 11, 2013 COMMON ERA

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Adapted from this post:

http://taylorfamilypoems.wordpress.com/2013/08/11/a-mothers-prayer/

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An Evening Prayer   Leave a comment

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Above:  Earl and Howard Babcock of Rochester, New York, Saying Their Prayers Before Going to Sleep, March 1943

Photographer = Ralph Amdursky

Image Source = Library of Congress

(http://www.loc.gov/pictures/item/owi2001023060/PP/)

Reproduction Number = LC-USW3-021714-C

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Heav’nly Father, as I kneel to pray

At the close of this Thy Day,

I lift my heart to Thee above,

And feel the greatness of Thy love.

Help me, Father, as I daily strive

To keep my love for all alive.

Grant that I may daily be

More and more like unto thee.

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Grant, dear God, all thro’ this life,

Thy aid in each and ev’ry strife;

May I climb Life’s rugged hill

With a smile that’s cheerful still;

May I daily help a heart

On the road to heaven start.

Grant that I may truly be

An inspiration to all–for Thee.

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Oh, dear Father, grant that I

May do my best, and truly try

To be what Thou wouldst have me be:

True to self, to Mother, and Thee;

True to friends, to God, and Man,

True to laws of this fair land;

True to home and training there,

Strong for burdens I must bear.

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And when my task on earth is done,

When earth’s vict’ries shall be won;

When I’ve done the best I can,

For those about on ev’ry hand;

When, weary, from each earthly test;

Grant a heav’nly home of rest;

Grant a home where all shall be

Happy, joyful, and Glad in Thee.

RANDOLPH WINBURN BARRETT

MAY 1, 1932 COMMON ERA

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RANDOLPH WINBURN BARRETT was one of my granduncles–a brother of my grandmother, NELL BARRETT TAYLOR (1915-2001).  Information regarding Randolph is difficult to locate.  He was born in 1905.  And he disappeared, presumed in the 1930s, his memory expunged from polite family discussion.  It is no exaggeration to say that, in 2013, only God knows what happened to Randolph Winburn Barrett and when.

KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR

AUGUST 4, 2013 COMMON ERA

Modified August 7, 2013 Common Era

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More about Randolph Winburn Barrett:

http://taylorfamilypoems.wordpress.com/the-mystery-of-randolph-winburn-barrett/

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