{"id":278,"date":"2022-01-08T00:45:09","date_gmt":"2022-01-08T00:45:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/?page_id=278"},"modified":"2022-01-08T01:15:29","modified_gmt":"2022-01-08T01:15:29","slug":"nancy-knapp","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/spoon-river-anthology\/nancy-knapp\/","title":{"rendered":"Nancy Knapp"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Well, don\u2019t you see this was the way of it:<br \/>\nWe bought the farm with what he inherited,<br \/>\nAnd his brothers and sisters accused him of poisoning<br \/>\nHis fathers mind against the rest of them.<br \/>\nAnd we never had any peace with our treasure.<br \/>\nThe murrain took the cattle, and the crops failed.<br \/>\nAnd lightning struck the granary.<br \/>\nSo we mortgaged the farm to keep going.<br \/>\nAnd he grew silent and was worried all the time.<br \/>\nThen some of the neighbors refused to speak to us,<br \/>\nAnd took sides with his brothers and sisters.<br \/>\nAnd I had no place to turn, as one may say to himself,<br \/>\nAt an earlier time in life;<br \/>\n\u201cNo matter, So and so is my friend, or I can shake this off<br \/>\nWith a little trip to Decatur.\u201d<br \/>\nThen the dreadfulest smells infested the rooms.<br \/>\nSo I set fire to the beds and the old witch-house<br \/>\nWent up in a roar of flame,<br \/>\nAs I danced in the yard with waving arms,<br \/>\nWhile he wept like a freezing steer.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/spoon-river-anthology\/john-horace-burleson\/\">Previous: John Horace Burleson<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/spoon-river-anthology\/barry-holden\/\">Next: Barry Holden<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Well, don\u2019t you see this was the way of it: We bought the farm with what he inherited, And his brothers and sisters accused him of poisoning His fathers mind against the rest of them. And we never had any peace with our treasure. The murrain took the cattle, and the crops failed. And lightning [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":68,"menu_order":76,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-278","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/278","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=278"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/278\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":377,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/278\/revisions\/377"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/68"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=278"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=278"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=278"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}