YUMA
…As I came back out into the sunshine all I could think—did they really do that?
Robert Roxby was a member of the local chapter of the California Federation of Chapparal Poets. The writing of his youth was lost, but he dived into poetry after his retirement at the encouragement of his wife, eventually earning honors for his poetry at the Lakewood Pan American Festival. With his daughter he produced an anthology of his poetry, Reflections on a Lifetime, distributed to the local library, to family and friends. His favorite poet was Walt Whitman.
Robert was the ninth of 16 children born to a coal mining family and lived at various times in Ohio and Pennsylvania until finally settling in West Virginia. He had several jobs, coal miner, as crew with Civil Conservation Corps and house painter. After WW2 began, he moved with his wife to Long Beach, California where he found employment as a painter with the LB Naval Shipyard. He was an avid bowler maintaining a 250 average and receiving many awards from the local leagues. He dabbled with oil painting, producing several landscapes and some abstract art. He enjoyed woodcarving (primarily whittling) and handicapping horse races. After retirement he was active in the senior center and in city politics as a member of Long Beach Area Citizens Involved (LBACI) working on affordable housing projects.
…As I came back out into the sunshine all I could think—did they really do that?
…I’m never sure of what drives as I write…
For this author, the year he turned sixteen was rife with milestones at the national, world and personal level.
Dust particles reflect sunlight as the wind stirs the earth from mounds left by harvesters….
…It says so very much yet is so simple….What is it that makes me so proud of America?….
I really miss the hills of the Allegheny. The spirits of my ancestors were always there. Each night I could speak to them of ages past…..
What happened to the four young men after they left the Civilian Conservation Corps? (See Refractions feature in May, “We Were Free, Part One”).
When God planted that first rose bush I think He knew that we needed that rose….
I would never say that Lillie-Mae was what you might describe as a raving beauty. Yet, she did have something very special….
I am again in that river valley if only in my spirit soul. The call of the river is so irresistible I have felt it in my bones all of my life…