Ivy Wild: Alice Rockwell Green continued
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A Quincy Herald-Whig reporter visited Ivy Wild in the Fall of 1928. At that time, Edwin Johnson was still an active gardener and even recited some of his poems for the reporter, but it was not long after that he died and joined the other three men in the front yard. We have not been able to locate any of his poems.
When the reporter visited her, Mrs. Green was 78 years old and was described: "She has the spirit, the voice and enthusiasm of a girl. She has a sense of humor which brings a twinkle into her eyes and a philosophy of life which has enabled her to rise above sorrow and trouble. She has a real vision of Ivywild as a center for young life. She wants the young people of Hamilton and the surrounding country to come to see the beauties of nature, and to learn to love good books, and to enjoy the pictures."
Earlier that summer, a group of people from Chicago had spent a week at Ivy Wild while on a tour of west central Illinois and in October they had invited her to Chicago for a week, where she spent her days sightseeing and night?s at the theatres and night spots. When asked about her trip, she answered, "When I remember the scenery we passed through on the way there and all the beauties of building, boulevard and lake, I feel as if I had just returned from a trip to Paradise. And when I remember the things I saw at the night clubs, the young girls drinking and smoking, the mad pace at which youth goes, I felt like I had just returned from a visit to hell."
At the age of 85, Alice Rockwell Green died June 29, 1935, at her beloved Ivy Wild where funeral services were held the following Sunday. But she did not join her loved ones in the front yard. She was buried in Oakwood Cemetery.
Shortly after her death, the farm was divided into three parcels and sold. Today, the lane which led to the house is still there and still leads to a group of tall trees which once shaded the picnickers on the lawn at Ivy Wild, but weeds have taken over the once beautiful lawn. Two very large urns made of cement with steel reinforcing, which once held flowers that greeted the visitors, have given up. The cement has cracked away from the steel at the stems of the urns, tipping the empty bowls, which otherwise appear to be in excellent condition, to the south. They seem to be telling the visitor that Alice doesn't live here any more and life is empty now, but "it was once a happy place."
Paintings hanging in the home at "Ivy Wild"
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