Here is a poem written by a young Nelson Gatewood in 1969 about his spritely mom, Emma
The Appalachian Trail is mighty long
From one end to the other.
The very thought of hiking it-
To this I say, “O Brother”!”
But Grandma Gatewood started out
and crossed each hill and glen.
She made some friends along the way
and hiked it end to end.
It’s up and down and round about,
First one way then the other.
We asked her how she hiked so far,
She said, “Just one foot after another.”
Now some say, “At 82, stay home
where you belong,”
But not “my mom”, for as you see,
She’s out and Going Strong.
(c) Nelson Gatewood, Dayton, Ohio; October 14, 1969
Reprinted with permission from Nelson Gatewood, March 2013