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Archive for April 25th, 2012

Please join the Bolivar and Harpers Ferry community for an Art Walk this coming weekend which will extend along Washington and High Street, from Bolivar to Harpers Ferry’s lower town. There has been a great response and, with fingers crossed, the Art Walk will be an annual event.

Over the past several weeks, participant and artist information has been posted here and on facebook. There is an interactive Map on Google.

Please refer to the Art Walk notes post for further information.

Events don’t come any more “grassroots” than this, and I want to thank everyone who took a chance and volunteered to participate.

I’m looking forward to seeing all the wonderful work!

Art Walk brochure

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I have some reason to believe that The Bolivar Bard was a resident at The Scottish Castle for some time and was named Mr. Rose. According to an article by David T. Cottingham that I found at the Harpers Ferry National Park Library, he was the uncle of the Castle’s last private owner, Mrs. Hallam. 

“An uncle of Mrs. Hallam’s … a Mr. Rose, lived in the castle the year-round as a sort of caretaker. Most residents of the area who ever visited the fabled structure did so as his guests in the ‘twenties. All were enthralled at the castle’s interior – and, as payment for the privilege, were obliged to stay and hear recitations of Mr. Rose’s own poetry or readings from Shakespeare. To intensify the dramatic impact of his renditions of the Bard’s drama, the self-styled poet-actor rigged a spotlight to shine on him during his performances.” 

At the Jefferson County Museum, I was able to see copies of  “The Mountain Echo,” published by the Woman’s Club of the District of Harpers Ferry, West Virginia, Vol. II. – No. 4, dated April 1921 which contained the following poem by The Bolivar Bard.

April

Hark! the voice of Spring is calling
“Earth, awake ! for life is here”
On my heart the soft tones falling,
Wake the sweetest music there.
All the world is full of gladness;
Humming bee and singing bird;
Put away all thoughts of sadness,
Come where Nature’s voice is heard,
Cara mia
Come where Nature’s voice is heard.

Now arbutus hides her flowers
Where the brown leaves thickly lie;
Golden sunshine, quickening showers,
Open the violet’s sweet blue eye.
Tender green the hills are showing,
Skies above are blue and fair.
Honey-scented winds are blowing,
Joyous life is everywhere –
Cara mia –
Joyous life is everywhere.

Let the dead past hide its sorrow,
Bid the golden present stay,
Take no thought of the tomorrow.
Life so sweet is ours today.
Where the pale wind-flower is swaying,
Ere the celandine departs.
Let us o’er the hills go straying,
With the springtime in our hearts,
Cara mia –
With the springtime in our hearts.

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