About the Blog's Name

Gentle Reader,

Not that anyone has asked me where the title of this blog came from... but in case someone wonders, here is the story behind it.

The title is from the last line of a poem that I wrote back in college.  This would have been around 2000 or 2001.  We had an assignment to write a piece about a relative or ancestor that contained particular elements.  I chose my great-grandfather, my mother's mother's father, as he was on my mind at the time.

Here is the piece that I wrote.

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Grandfather, 1939

My grandfather wore a peculiar mustache
but he took his last good razor to it
as Germany picked at the bones of Poland.
I imagine him
through lean years as a refugee
when a fresh blade was a happy dream
and his lip's only comfort
was the mercy of calluses.

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The title will also play a prominent role in an upcoming project.

Ever Yours,
Fauntleroy