Tredyffrin Easttown Historical Society
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Source: October 1938 Volume 1 Number 5, Inside Back Cover

To speed the efforts

Anon.

When we were young together we would start to romp around Some precious vase or picture would come crashing on the ground. Our Mother's things were lovely, she was sorry when they broke, But Mother's voice was gentle, she thought before she spoke.

We would hear her speak so gently, in all the row and noise She'd say, "It might be mended, just save the pieces, boys." And now the world is breaking things and changes come each day In all the "course of progress" the landmarks pass away.

We seldom drive through quiet covered bridges any more We do not go to blacksmith shops or find a country store. Let's keep the records of them, before all time destroys. Before they're gone forever-let's save the pieces, boys.

Anon.