I was born Edith Holsclaw, in southern Indiana in 1909. Politics should have been my field: my parents were conservative Republicans in the Bible Belt, and my grandfather had built the log cabin in which I was born–an eagerly welcomed first girl with two older brothers. A colicky December baby, small and frail (puny, I think they said then)–I cried for the first several months; my mother fed me catnip tea, and my father walked the floor with me, singing hymns in his church-choir bass. This pleasurable relationship ended for me with the birth of my sister, sixteen months later; she was from infancy prettier, better-behaved, and healthier than I, and soon became bigger, as well.
*This bio for poet Edith Snow was sent in by Bill Hotchkiss