That the Michigan Blossom Week song, extolling the beauties of blossom
land, which was broadcasted from three Chicago radio stations and from
Berrien Springs and was sung at the blossom pageant at Benton Harbor last
week, was written by a Hartford woman was not known to many local people
who "listened in."
Mrs. Frank G. Simpson, residing east of town, is the author of the song
which made a decided "hit" as sung by E. C. Edmunds of Benton Harbor at
the radio stations while the Michigan fruit belt was blanketed with its
annual profusion of bloom.
A Day Spring editorial is said to have been the inspiration for the song.
The editorial published some weeks ago, discussing the approaching blossom
period, was ready by Mrs. Simpson while she was at Pensacola, Fla., and
she immediately wrote the verses that added a fine bit of sentiment to the
Music for the song was written by Mrs. Nate Simpson of Keeler, who was
also at Pensacola at the time. Mrs. Nate Simpson also sang the blossom
time "hit" at the community meeting of sewing clubs at the Hartford high
school auditorium last Wednesday.
Words of the song
Time In Michigan
Oh! It's blossom time in Michigan,
the orchards are in bloom.
The sunlit air is laden with a rich and rare
Old Winter has been put to rout
and is forced to pack and go.
When the sunshine lingers warmly,
and the first peach blossoms blow.
Oh! it's blossom time in Michigan, the
heyday of the year,
A matchless time of hope and peace
and true substantial cheer.
For lovely Spring in rich army has come
with all her train.
And decked the hills in tender green,
and blest the earth with rain.
There is no time in all the year, nor any
sight so grand,
As Michigan in springtime, when blossoms rule
You may wander all about the world,
go south or east or west,
But the homeland sweet in blossom time
surpasses all the rest.
Oh! it's blossom time in Michigan,
My thoughts are on the wing,
I can hear the lilting warble
Of the blue birds as they sing,
I can feel the lake breeze blowing,
See the golden sunlight flowing,
Oh! my heart is turning homeward
At the calling of the Spring.
Mary Watson Simpson