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EDNA WILKINSON
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Books by Edna Wilkinson |
To A Tulip by Edna Wilkinson |
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| Edna Wilkinson began writing the
story of her life with son Todd when the young man was still a teenager.
Todd is 42 now, and many things have changed over the years for
the family living at the eastern tip of Hay Bay. A string of weddings
through the '70's and '80's resulted in numerous grandchildren and great
grandchildren, and as Todd's siblings left the nest, life gradually slowed
down. The days grew quieter. There was more time to enjoy the beautiful
sunsets over the water. More time for reflection - and writing. It all started with “Autumn in the Country”, a poem that Wilkinson - then Edna Roberts, composed while attending Napanee Collegiate Vocational Institute in 1939. After it was published in the Napanee Beaver, the aspiring author went on to become an award-winning writer whose inspirational articles and poems have appeared in numerous magazines. In 1973 she was awarded first and second place in Kingston’s Tercentenary contest, for her creation of the winning slogan, “Historic Past, Promising Future.” A mother to ten children, much of Wilkinson’s writing has been inspired by her family life. Born in Canada in 1925, she met and married R.A.F. serviceman Frank Wilkinson, who was stationed in Kingston during the Second World War. She moved with him to England in 1944, and spent three years in his hometown of Maryport, Cumberland, before returning to Canada. The Wilkinsons lived in Kingston for many years until making the move to Adolphustown in 1970, where they settled their family on the same land on which Edna was raised by Wes and Ida Young in the '30's. Wilkinson’s daughter Rebecca, herself a writer, encouraged her mother to finally achieve her dream of becoming a published author. Edna passed away in early 2010, but her legacy lives on through her many children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren, and of course, through her writing. You can order "A Different Drummer", "Keepsakes of the Heart", or "Seasons of the Heart" now on Gypsy Isle Publishing's online bookstore!
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Oh, love's a yellow tulip, that blooms within my heart; You planted it in springtime, too soon we had to part; You went away in autumn, but still the tulip grew, Now every time my heart beats, it sings with love for you. No one can ever take it, it's mine to have and hold, To cherish through my lifetime, it never will grow old. And when I come to heaven, I hope that you will stand, with a perfect yellow tulip held outstretched within your hand.
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