{"id":286,"date":"2022-01-08T00:45:30","date_gmt":"2022-01-08T00:45:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/?page_id=286"},"modified":"2022-01-08T18:56:02","modified_gmt":"2022-01-08T18:56:02","slug":"nellie-clark","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/spoon-river-anthology\/nellie-clark\/","title":{"rendered":"Nellie Clark"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/10\/2022\/01\/Pages-from-Spoon_River_Anthology-87.svg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-574\" role=\"img\" src=\"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/10\/2022\/01\/Pages-from-Spoon_River_Anthology-87.svg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"300\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>I was only eight years old;<br \/>\nAnd before I grew up and knew what it meant<br \/>\nI had no words for it, except<br \/>\nThat I was frightened and told my<br \/>\nMother; And that my Father got a pistol<br \/>\nAnd would have killed Charlie, who was a big boy,<br \/>\nFifteen years old, except for his Mother.<br \/>\nNevertheless the story clung to me.<br \/>\nBut the man who married me, a widower of thirty-five,<br \/>\nWas a newcomer and never heard it<br \/>\n\u2019Till two years after we were married.<br \/>\nThen he considered himself cheated,<br \/>\nAnd the village agreed that I was not really a virgin.<br \/>\nWell, he deserted me, and I died<br \/>\nThe following winter.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/spoon-river-anthology\/fiddler-jones\/\">Previous: Fiddler Jones<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/spoon-river-anthology\/louise-smith\/\">Next: Louise Smith<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was only eight years old; And before I grew up and knew what it meant I had no words for it, except That I was frightened and told my Mother; And that my Father got a pistol And would have killed Charlie, who was a big boy, Fifteen years old, except for his Mother. [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":68,"menu_order":61,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-286","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/286","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=286"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/286\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":579,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/286\/revisions\/579"}],"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=286"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=286"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=286"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}