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Out in the Texas Panhandle town called Phillips,
Is where I was born as I made my very first trip.
This documents my young life traveling the USA,
And life until and after we were back at Phillips to stay. Continue reading
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I don’t have much recollection of my Onalaska trips,
As I was 1 and 2 years old when we played that script.
But in 1944 and 1945, when we visited our family there,
My mother took lots of old pictures, I will now share. Continue reading
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We have two hives of bees in our downstairs ceiling,
Last week, some of them joined us sending us reeling,
They cut through the dry wall ceiling in our little den,
And about 300 of them just invited themselves on in. Continue reading
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Dad gave me grandmother Low’s metal box at age 50,
There was some very good stuff inside the box so nifty.
I had forgotten where I stashed it until I found it yesterday,
And I went through it to see again what inside did lay. Continue reading
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I was born in February, 1943, in the town of Phillips, Texas.
In October, 1942, Dad had joined the Navy to kick ass.
They let him come home on a leave for my birth day,
Then we drove back to Virginia to start our Navy stay. Continue reading
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Over the years, members of my family served in the Armed Forces,
To help keep our great nation safe from outside enemy sources.
This poem is a tribute to all those fine family soldiers who served,
So let’s give them a little recognition that they all do deserve. Continue reading
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I put myself in my own stockings to anticipate my thinking,
When I was a little baby with my little hazel eyes a blinking.
The poem shows what I was thinking before I could speak,
In that cute little body of mine laying there looking so sweet. Continue reading
My Mother’s Camera
It is easy to see the love Mom had for my sister, JerrylDine, and I,
By the many couple photo’s she took of us during hard times.
Our country was at war and Dad was in the Navy in those days,
But she captured our images which forever will with us stay. Continue reading
The Early Years
I was too young to remember any of the very early years. I have put this story together from stories my Mom and Dad told me when I was old enough to remember. Perhaps our grand children will appreciate the hardships faced by their great grandparents raising children during wartime. Here’s the story. Continue reading