R. C. Cook
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R. C. Cook, we called Robert, was married to Darena Kay,
My wife Pam’s only sister in Texas on out Fritch way.
He was a very good man that I got to know quite well,
So I thought just a little of this story I would you tell.
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R. C. Cook
Robert had earlier been married to a lady he called witch,
Or maybe that was with a “b”‘, I can’t remember which.
The witch had put sugar in his new pickups gas tank,
Totally destroying the engine and his marriage I think.
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R. C. Cook had met Darena who lived right next door,
After the divorce, he married Darena who he did adore.
Robert loved her and her sons who they raised together,
He usually wore a cowboy hat and long boots of leather.
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Darena and R. C. Cook not too long after they got married.
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They bought a trailer house that they anchored in Fritch,
Not too far from our Arroyo Verde house, a short stretch.
They fixed it up nice making them a very fine home.
With all they needed to be happy and never be alone.
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Darena, Danny, R. C. Cook, and Donny visiting our home at Arroyo Verde at Christmas time.
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Robert was an iron worker belonging to a strong Union,
He welded galvanized structural iron, that metal fusing.
Southwestern Public Services Coal fired power station
Construction was his job all during their long relations.
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We often went over and visited them at their home at night,
Robert and I told lies as we drank lots of beer getting tight.
As we played dominos and Forty Two until the wee hours.
With our wives as partners with endless yacking power.
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Kristi, R. C. Cook, Darena, and Danny on one of our trips to their trailer to play dominos.
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Robert wore all of his cowboy hats in an unusual way,
He shaped the sides straight up and straight back I say.
It looked good on him as his personality it fit so well.
If I would try to wear mine like that I would look like hell.
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.Robert with that special hat shape he always used.
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In the summer, we went to South Fork to play each year,
Robert built them a nice cabin so they would be near.
So we spent lots of time together, even way up there.
We rafted, drank beer, and two stepped in the thin air.
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.Donny, R. C. Cook, and Danny near their cabin at South Fork, Colorado.
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I recall a time we went to Dallas to see the Six Flags Park,
Kristi was a baby and in a stroller making my feet bark,
The boys had fun on the rides this I really do know,
That night we saw A super great Don Williams show.
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Don Williams was awesome at Six Flags that year.
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The last South Fork trip we saw Robert, he was sick.
He had lost all his color not moving around too quick.
About a month later he passed away one night it seems.
From zinc poisoning from welding galvanized metal beams.
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I must say it was a pleasure to have known this fine man,
That we laid to rest near Fritch driving there in our van.
He was a good husband and father to Darena’s two boys
Sometimes those good jobs your body does destroy.
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By Bill
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Thanks for Reading R. C. Cook,
Bill