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Edna Poppe’s Christmas poem returns

Peace and joy to all of you my dear readers in this Holy week celebrating the birth of the Prince of Peace, the God of Love. Merry Christmas!

For many years, <b>Robert Lynch</b>, the late editor and publisher of this paper, printed a Christmas poem by <b>Edna Poppe Cooper</b> as an annual gift to his readers. In time, that tradition faded.

Then, some years later, not long after I began this column in 1988, <b>Bill Hall</b>, a resident of San Francisco, wrote to me. Would I be willing to publish a poem written by his great-aunt? Of course. Turns out Bill’s great-aunt was the same Edna Poppe Cooper.

<b><i>Remembering the Poppe family</i></b>

Bill Hall has a long family heritage in our town. His great-grandfather was <b>C.J. Poppe</b>, the Glen Ellen pioneer who ran our first general store, on the corner of what is now London Ranch Road and Arnold Drive. Bill’s great-aunt Edna was C.J. Poppe’s daughter, born on Christmas day in 1889. The Christmas poem comes from her poetry collection, <i>Songs From the Valley of the Moon</i>, published in 1926 eight years after Edna’s death, with an introduction by her friend <b>Charmian London</b>.


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