Victor Yates

Victor Yates was Pittsburgh born and bred. He grew up in the days of the Great Depression. His father, Joseph Yates, struggled to raise a family during the devastation wrought by these times, which included an illness which incapacitated Victor’s mother when he was three-years-old.  As Victor says, “When, and if, I arrive at the Pearly Gates, and my dad’s not there, I ain’t going in!”

Doree (Rowe) Yates was born and raised in Pittsburgh and relocated to Scottsdale Arizona with her husband, Victor.  It is out of love and respect that Doree and her family is seeing this book to its fruition following Victors passing.  Thank you for allowing us to share ‘ramblings’ with you.

Books

A Rambling Mind

In the prologue, I state that I do not consider myself a poet.  I think I can say I’m a “versifier” whose efforts border on some poetic expression sprinkled with a mixture of doggerel and a healthy dose of poetic license.  I take some solace from the following bit of doggerel:

The first poem ever written

Ignored iambic pentameter

For shame the critics cried

Of their ignorance in this matter

Crass, unstructured lines of poetry

Despite the beauty that they say

Must not, will not be tolerated

Lest we critics lose our sway