When Beverly was in eighth grade her teacher sent her poem “Stars” to the National High School Poety Association, and she was soon a published writer in Young America Sings, an anthology of Texas high school poetry. Forty years later, she sent an article on fire safety in the home to Happiness magazine, and it was published. In between she went to high school, played clarinet in the band, was a majorette, and graduated. Then she got married had three sons (one an angel in heaven), and attended Midwestern State University. She graduated cum laude with a teaching certificate and had a fourth son. She taught children in elementary school for twenty-two years. Writing was the farthest thing from her mind.
Before she knew it, her sons were grown and married. She and hubby have five granddaughters (one also an angel in heaven), two grandsons, two great-grandsons, and one great-granddaughter. She married very young.
They live in the country, where deer sometimes drink from the pond, skunks prowl the yard for leftover dog food, armadillos dig for bugs, and a roadrunner peeks in the glass doors to see what’s happening. Beverly keeps watch on the hummingbirds that come to her feeders and reports the different kinds to the Texas Parks and Wildlife Count. Black chinned and ruby throats are the most common types she sees.
To relax she plays the piano, talks to her cats, and tries to make flowers grow under the hot Texas sun and with little water, and has discovered many interesting ancestors in her genealogy search. With her hubby, a former firefighter, she likes to travel. She teaches a woman’s Sunday school class. And she writes most every day.
The farmer boy who moved to the city
And met the girl who was oh so pretty.
The orphan girl who rode the train from Brooklyn.
And fell in love with the boy who was so good lookin.
Henry Audra Stowe and Leona (Lorena) Adele Chapter Young Stowe
Here’s the poem that started my career, though I didn’t know it at the time.
I often lie awake at night
Watching stars that are so bright.
They sparkle and twinkle in the cool night air
And look like ladies with lovely golden hair.
You see the Big Dipper and the Little Dipper too,
Away up there in the deep dark blue.
But then come the morning rays of light,
And all the stars are gone until the night.