Good on you for trying to fix one of the lies we’ve been fed.
>>Good on you for trying to fix one of the lies we’ve been fed.
I started a whole magazine and organization to right a wrong on the Ada computer language.
I truly don’t think Henry would have cared to get the credit, but I have to believe he wouldn’t have liked having another man lie about it. Henry was pretty straight arrow, too. Henry’s brother and Moore’s father ran different churches in NYC. He was a generation older than Moore.
Now here’s a Christmas poem that is by Moore. Nasty little piece of work.
What! My sweet little Sis, in bed all alone;
No light in your room! And your nursy too gone!
And you, like a good child, are quietly lying,
While some naughty ones would be fretting or crying?
Well, for this you must have something pretty, my dear;
And, I hope, will deserve a reward too next year.
But, speaking of crying, I’m sorry to say
Your screeches and screams, so loud ev’ry day,
Were near driving me and my goodies away.
Good children I always give good things in plenty;
How sad to have left your stocking quite empty:
But you are beginning so nicely to spell,
And, in going to bed, behave always so well,
That, although I too oft see the tear in your eye,
I cannot resolve to pass you quite by.
I hope, when I come here again the next year,
I shall not see even the sign of a tear.
And then, if you get back your sweet pleasant looks,
And do as you’re bid, I will leave you some books,
Some toys, or perhaps what you still may like better,
And then too may write you a prettier letter.
At present, my dear, I must bid you good bye;
Now, do as you’re bid; and, remember, don’t cry.