Have you ever had your head bowed
Underneath some crushin' blow?
With the road ahead a twistin'
That you scarce knew how to go;
And you'd lived for such a long time
On a peak somewhere alone,
That when misfortune found you out
It wasn't even known.
And all humankind around you
Havin' such an easy lot,
That it didn't seem to matter
That the Lord had you on trial?
Did you argue out your case
And struggle against Him for a while?
Oh! the world's a court of reason —
And every time it rains;
Tends to bring the hills and mountains
To the level of the plains.
— Iva B. Core
A child of the heartland, Iva Beatrice Core (1903-1987) grew up and lived most of her life in Richland Center, Wisconsin. As a young woman of 26 in 1929, Iva was determined to collect and write down the quaint sayings of her Uncle Jeff for posterity's sake. Uncle Jeff ruminated on thoughts and themes from sorrow to happiness and Iva noted nine such sayings. We will visit Iva and Uncle Jeff from time to time and remember a simpler time.