In my old hometown of Mansfield, Texas, 60 years ago, there was an electrician and repairer of television sets named Beverly Bratton. Let me back up and start over. As far as I know, there were no television sets named Beverly Bratton in my old hometown 60 years ago. What I meant to say was that our local electrician and television repairer was named Beverly Bratton, and the point I'm trying to get to is Beverly was a man.
Not a transgendered man, mind you, but a born-male baby whose parents gave a name that sounded decidedly female.
It has happened before. George Beverly Shea, whom everyone called Bev, sang at just about every Billy Graham crusade. Joyce Kilmer, a man, wrote a poem called "Trees". Johnny Cash famously sang about a boy named Sue (3:46) in his San Quentin Prison concert.
If you know of other examples of boys with girls' names, tell me in the comments.
Here, from 1913, is "Trees":
Trees
by Joyce Kilmer (1886 - 1918)
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
Joyce Kilmer looked like this in 1908, when he was attending Columbia University:
Many years later, poet Ogden Nash wrote:
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree;
Indeed, unless the billboards fall,
I'll never see a tree at all.
Here is Ogden Nash in his youth:
Here he is later in life weariing a spiffy houndstooth jacket, the money for which might have been better spent on dental work:
And many years after that -- today, in fact -- yours truly wrote the following:
Blogposts are made by fools like me, but only God can make a tree.
Here I am at age 27:
I end this post with these trees, whose age I do not know:
Hello, world! This blog began on September 28, 2007, and so far nobody has come looking for me with tar and feathers.
On my honor, I will do my best not to bore you. All comments are welcome
as long as your discourse is civil and your language is not blue.
Happy reading, and come back often!
And whether my cup is half full or half empty, fill my cup, Lord.
Copyright 2007 - 2025 by Robert H.Brague
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Tuesday, September 18, 2018
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