Wednesday, July 4, 2018

Stokes Elementary Education Scholarship




The Stokes Elementary Education Scholarship was established by Dick Stokes to memorialize his wife Margaret's love of teaching (Margaret Stokes passed away on April 20, 2016). This scholarship will provide resources for future teachers. Margaret's passion for teaching will be remembered by hundreds of her students, and her legacy will live on through this scholarship (For more information contact the Mt. Pleasant Area Community Foundation).

2018 Recepient
Joy Kriss (Mt. Pleasant High School)

2017 Recepient
 Kiara Briggs (Mt. Pleasant High School)




Note: This post will be updated with names of future recipients.

Sunday, June 3, 2018

Night Duty

When day has spent her justly time
And night has come at last
I am weary and footsore
And think my duties past.

Then on my pillow, soft and cool
My head I long to lay
So I make plans, as shoes slip off
To swiftly hit the hay.  

Yet ere I reach my haven sweet
To get much needed rest,
A loud cry, "Drink Mom," in my ears
   puts my nerves to a test.

I totter in with glass in hand
And stumble o'er the toys
That should have been in proper place
Yet boys will e're be boys.

As I dispose of each tiny car
or block, until the dawn,
I can't help think, with heavy heart--
How I'll miss our boys when they're gone.

By Treva E. Stokes (1912-1980)


To Marie Haynes

Could I, with this pen, convey to you, dear Marie,
Not of my liking, but my love- no less.
Of what your warm friendship's come to mean to me.
And that it's brought me a genuine happiness?
Would that I could but find the words, dear one,
To tell how you're endeared within my heart.
Tho I have other friends, it's really true
That you are something special, set apart.
Oft times the skys seem, oh so grey,
And I feel so lonely, sad, and blue-
That is when I need most of all, dear friend,
An understanding soul like you.
So I will not wait until the curtain falls, dear one
For either you or me.
But, I must need write now these hurried lines
Of my love for you, for you to see.

By Treva E. Stokes (1912-1980)