To The Ladies of St. Lukes Guild In Memory of Olive These familiar scenes remind me Of my childhood at Jolon— Gone the brother, so beloved, Now the sister, too, is gone. To my aching heart comes rushing Memories of long ago, Bringing back those days of gladness, That I never more shall know. And I think of her, my sister, Who received that early call, She whose greatest source of pleasure Was to be among you all. As her life was made the brighter, By your thoughtful kindliness, So I pray her Guardian Angel All your lives and homes to bless. Now I come with fresher courage, Here, among you, as of old, Like a prodigal, returning, Or a lost sheet, from the fold. For, although my path has drifted To another countryside, Here, among my native people, Ever will my heart abide. May the Guild, beneath your guidance, Pure and stronger grow, apace, And the blessing of the Father, All your fine endeavor grace. Mabel E. Plaskett.
Mabel Sans Plaskett was born in Coralitas near Ben Lomond in the Santa Cruz Mountain area of California. Her father Edward Robert Sans ran a saw mill near Pacific Valley, along the Nacimiento – Ferguson road to the coast at Highway One. It was there she met Edward Abbott Plaskett, her husband. Mabel wrote about the coast and the pioneers of the 19th and 20th Centuries.