The Heart is a Lonely Hunter

"What I'm trying to tell you is plain and simple. The bastards who own these mills are millionaires. While the doffers and carders and all the people behind the machines who spin and weave the cloth can't hardly make enough to keep their guts quiet. See? So when you walk around the streets and think about it and see hungry, worn-out people and ricket-legged younguns, don't it make you mad? Don't it?

-Jake from The Heart is a Lonely Hunter

Below:

Richard (Buddy) Williams. Born March 22, 1938. Died November 15, 1939.

Our Buddy

On Seeing an Infant's Grave
(In Patrick's Memorial Cemetery)

By Nathan Williams

A child in birth began his way
To a tomb that hides his soul
In the darkness of yesterday
On the path to growing old

A child now silent; an infant's wreath
A child without a will of way
Heaven's hand had stayed his breath
To keep him for another age

Just an infant of the morn
Who lived, who perished, who softly cried
Old enough when he was born
To feel the pain of those who die.
 

This is the arch that stands on the hill in the middle and oldest section of the cemetery.