"There are strange things done in the midnite sun..."

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My great-grandfather, who actually made the trek over the White Pass into the Yukon in 1897 looking for gold, used to recite this on every family gathering (after a couple of shots of whiskey and beer):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6lBkuz1TlVc

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3. Thanks XemaSab!

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2. I love that poem!!!

my dad used to read it to me when I was a little girl.... :cry:

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4. It's good that you have those memories of your dad...

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My great-grandpa was a miner all of his life. I was very young and he was very old, but I remember some of his stories. His last mine was a 2 man operation (him and my grandfather) in the Sierra Nevada's near Colfax. It was named the "Annie-Laurie." My grandfather left as soon as he was old enough 'cause he hated being stuck out in the boonies.

After he got too old and blind to live on his own he came to live with my grandparents in Middletown, California. I can still remember sitting on a bench on the wooden porch, while my mom rolled his smokes for him, and he sipped whiskey or beer (not much, just a couple at a sitting) and told stories of the days in mining.

And recited Robert Service poems from memory.

I miss those days.