“On the day I was born, or possibly on one of the following days, my father went on a walk in the forested hills and thought of a name for me. His first son was called Daniel, and Samuel in memory of one of his forefathers.” FirstsFatherNamesBornMemoriesWalksSonFollowingHillsForefathersMemory Of My Father Author:Immanuel Velikovsky
“My first name - I have no middle name - was chosen by my father, as he told me, on that solitary walk in the forested hills. He selected it from a verse of the seventh chapter of Isaiah; there was no Immanuel among our ancestors known to him.” FirstsFatherNamesWalksKnownMiddleChosenHillsAncestorSolitaryChaptersVersesSelected Author:Immanuel Velikovsky
“But let the good old corn adorn The hills our fathers trod; Still let us, for his golden corn, Send up our thanks to God!” StillsFatherGoldenThanksHillsAgricultureCornOur Father Book:Poems of John Greenleaf Whittier Source: Poems of John Greenleaf Whittier
“All my early memories are of forms and shapes and textures. Moving through and over the West Riding landscape with my father in his car, the hills were sculptures; the roads defined the form. Above all, there was the sensation of moving physically over the contours of fullnessess and concavities, through hollows and over peaks - feeling, touching, seeing, through mind and hand and eye. This sensation has never left me. I, the sculptor, am the landscape. I am the form and the hollow, the thrust and the contour.” MindArtFeelingsHandsEyeMovingFormFatherLeftMemoriesSeeingCarShapesWestDefinedHillsLandscapeSensationsTouchingRidingSculptureHollowTextureThrustSculptors Book:A Pictorial Autobiography Source: A Pictorial Autobiography
“My father's body lies in a stone tomb high on a hill. People walk by, pause, think their own thoughts about him and move on, back to their own lives. I can never move on. He is everywhere.” PeopleThinkingI CanBodyMovingLyingFatherWalksStonesHillsPausesTombs Author:Patti Davis