{"id":733,"date":"2022-01-09T14:20:29","date_gmt":"2022-01-09T14:20:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/?page_id=733"},"modified":"2022-01-09T15:53:08","modified_gmt":"2022-01-09T15:53:08","slug":"josiah-tompkins","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/spoon-river-anthology\/josiah-tompkins\/","title":{"rendered":"Josiah Tompkins"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I was well known and much beloved<br \/>\nAnd rich, as fortunes are reckoned<br \/>\nIn Spoon River, where I had lived and worked.<br \/>\nThat was the home for me,<br \/>\nThough all my children had flown afar\u2014<br \/>\nWhich is the way of Nature\u2014all but one.<br \/>\nThe boy, who was the baby, stayed at home,<br \/>\nTo be my help in my failing years<br \/>\nAnd the solace of his mother.<br \/>\nBut I grew weaker, as he grew stronger,<br \/>\nAnd he quarreled with me about the business,<br \/>\nAnd his wife said I was a hindrance to it;<br \/>\nAnd he won his mother to see as he did,<br \/>\nTill they tore me up to be transplanted<br \/>\nWith them to her girlhood home in Missouri.<br \/>\nAnd so much of my fortune was gone at last,<br \/>\nThough I made the will just as he drew it,<br \/>\nHe profited little by it.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/spoon-river-anthology\/mrs-purkapile\/\">Previous: Mrs. Purkapile<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/spoon-river-anthology\/josiah-tompkins\/\">Next: Mrs. Kessler<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was well known and much beloved And rich, as fortunes are reckoned In Spoon River, where I had lived and worked. That was the home for me, Though all my children had flown afar\u2014 Which is the way of Nature\u2014all but one. The boy, who was the baby, stayed at home, To be my [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":68,"menu_order":137,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[107],"class_list":["post-733","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry","tag-josiah-tompkins"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/733","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=733"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/733\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":837,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/733\/revisions\/837"}],"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=733"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=733"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=733"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}