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This poem is often wrongly thought to be by Robert W Service. It is published here to the memory of Hugh Antoine D'Arcy, its rightful father.
An Evening with the Bard of the Yukon, July 18 th 2003 at 20.30pm in the Town-Hall of Lancieux, Brittany.
All Entries 1997 - 2002
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Odds and Ends, Other Items Of Interest About Robert


Published by Webmaster on 09/06/2003 (112212 reads)
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AC 9-28-01 My maiden name is Service, believe, I might be related to him. I am an English teacher in Modesto, California. Wondering if someone can help me find out once and for all!

AM 9-26-01 MUSIC IN THE BUSH is my favorite Service poem. Of course I like many of the others also.

My question to the author of this fine page is this: Why did you leave out one of the most interesting parts of the life of Mr. Service; his love affair with Constance McClain? 'The Spell of the Yukon' and several other of his books are dedicated to 'C.M.' I have some information on this and am surprised that you left it out of your otherwise excellent URL or didn't know about this romantic episode in his life.

DL 9-25-01 I have to admit I have never actually read his poems, although my daughter has. I have been doing my family tree and it turns out that he was possibly my great uncle.

HF 9-24-01 While on my first tour of the Yukon, our driver recited The Spell of the Yukon from memory. My wife and I were mesmerized. That afternoon, we bought a collection of Mr. Services poetry at a little bookstore in Skagway. Despite all of the poetry that I read in high school and at the University, this is the only poetry I have truly understood and enjoyed. What a gift Mr. Service has given us.

CH 9-22-01 I have known of R.S. for most of my life, but did not know much about him until someone quoted the opening lines from The Shooting of Dan McGrew. I thought that it was an incredible poem-story that I could understand immediately. Years went by until something in my head told me to read Dan McGrew. I enjoyed it so much that I set it to memory. When ever I have to wait for something over five minutes, I recite the poem. I now have learned The Cremation of Sam McGee. When I recite the poems to myself I picture R.S. writing them. What in incredible person he must have been.
Got to go now, just wanted to say hello.

JMR 9-17-01 My favorite poem has become "Your Poem"; because Service writes that someday I'd discover his words and put my music to them, and that when I did, they would become more mine than his! This has all happened now within the last couple of years. It has become my life's work to continue spreading the word with the music, and I now have the first CD for sale at:

JFT 9-13-01 I've been a fan for years. Two years ago I was in Dawson City, Yukon, visited the RWS residence and attended a great one man show about Service.

C 9-10-01 My ultimate aim is to get a copy of the book "Songs of a Sourdough" for my 87 year old Uncle. He was a Miner in Ballaarat, & he lent his book to someone who never returned it. He has spent the last 60 years trying to get another copy. So far my search has been fruitless, I have hit a blank wall here in Australia.

FJY 9-9-01 I was born in 1945 and my Dad in 1900. From my childhood years I can recall my Dad reciting excerpts from such works as Dangerous Dan McGrew but of course they were of little interest to me as a youngster. Dad received only am eighth grade education in a one room school, and spent his entire life as a farmer, but had the classic Irish fondness for a "well turned phrase". In the last ten years I have begun to write a bit myself for publications related to my hobby, and when I was finally able to track down the name of the author I had heard quoted in my early years, I found that his philosophy resembled my own and that his works, in a lyrical, colorful fashion, told stories of the real life trials and experiences of the common man (my people). In my younger years I held the notion that well read intellectual types were the center of the human experience, but I now understand that without the truck driver, dozer operator, carpenter, etc., the lofty ideas of the elite would never hit the ground. Now who has the power ? <FONT

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