Oh, how I adore autumn! Now, I do not want to get myself too excited about the imminence of my favorite season, but there is just a hint of crispness in the air today that teases me about what will soon be.You know how I do enjoy composing these little missives. Well, we were pleased to assist one of our clients who too appreciates the fine art of writing.
Our client's mother, Marie Wrieden Scharg, passed away several years ago. From all accounts Marie (pictured to the left) was quite the lady - a deeply spiritual and well-read woman, she loved travel, fun, food and new experiences and tried to live with a positive attitude. In her later years, she was known in her town as "The Grand Dame of Spring Lake".
In addition to her many other talents, Marie was a prolific poet. She left reams of her carefully crafted words to her daughter who wanted to share her mother's inspirations with others. Our client turned to Dunn & Overwith to assist her with the editing and production of a book of her mother's poems.
First, we worked with the client on deciding which of Marie's verses should be included in the book. We then transcribed Marie's work from the carbon paper on which she had originally typed her poems into a workable electronic copy. Our client engaged the services of a friend, an artist, to provide some illustrations for the book. Finally, we found a self-publishing operation that gave us specific instructions on how to format and upload the text and pictures on to their system. After a couple of rounds of proofs from the publisher and comments from Dunn & Overwith - voila! - a beautiful soft-cover book of Marie's poetry for our client to give to family and friends. A fitting tribute, really, that I am sure would have just tickled Marie.
In closing, I would like to share with you one of Marie's poems, appropriately entitled "Autumn":
Before autumn bids adieu
All nature’s robed in varied hue.
The pumpkin fields in orange clad,
Corn sheaves tied in proud array.
Leaves - yellow, bronze and deepest red,
Know it’s time for winter’s bed.
Fear not, dear friend, another spring,
And the entire world again will sing.
Until my next post, I remain steadfastly yours,
Marjorie Overwith
