The Early Years Growing Up
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.
The Early Years Growing Up
When I was just a tiny baby, Dad was in the Navy,
And I traveled the USA during wartime so crazy.
To Navy stations all over the the United States,
Before coming back to the top of Texas so great.
Sorry Dad, I think I just soiled your dress whites.
Mom drove my sister JerrylDine and I lots of miles,
In an old car alone following Dad with a big smile.
Too bad I was too young to remember life back then,
Or I would surely detail what I saw there herein.
This old car, my children, and I have driven all over the USA.
I rode in the front seat in a basket all tucked away,
With a bottle propped up as we drove all the day.
Mom was surely a trooper with a new born child,
And a 2 year old girl that was surely kind of wild.
Hey Mom, sing me that Billy Boy song one more time.
Later at one of Dads assigned Navy Stations,
As we traveled the great United States nation,
Mom made me play dolls with sister JerrylDine,
My expression wasn’t too happy as I began to whine.
But Mom, I don’t want to play dolls with JerrylDine and Chucky.
My Mom just loved to dress me up so strange,
As we moved around the USA out on the range.
As you can tell by my face, I wasn’t too happy,
But Mom thought I looked pretty darn snappy.
Come on Mom, I can’t wear this out in public.
Another time Mom dressed us in Navy outfits,
I think I was saying “Yes” as my teeth I did grit,
Shaking my fist because I loved to look like Dad,
Unlike the strange looking outfit that made me sad.
This is much better for me, but JerrylDine looks a little weird.
I learned to fish at Philview Camp with my Dad,
Looking kind of like Tom Sawyer as a young lad.
With a straw hat, overalls, a big shirt, and bare feet,
Holding a big string of fish for my family to eat.
Mom, I brought you these fish to clean.
Just east of Borger, while there at Philview Camp
I had a birddog named Freckles who was a champ,
And my best buddy as I grew there at a fast pace,
At that baron kind of awful looking living place.
Don’t come any closer or I’ll let him go.
When we moved to 3rd Street on out Phillips way,
My sister and first cousins often with me did play.
And I liked to put my hand in my mouth at times,
Looking and feeling kind of insecure at that line.
Mom, Mike’s got my Roy Rogers cap pistol.
While on 3rd Street Mom still dressed us so coy.
She loved to dress JerrylDine and I as cowboys,
I loved the cowboy outfit the best of all of them,
As we sometimes got to ride horses on a whim.
The Red Ryder rides again with Anne Oakley.
When I was about 11, we moved over to Stark Street,
And started a new era of life that was really sweet.
My brother was around and wrestling me by then,
But that’s a story I told a while back when I did begin.
One of these days Craig, you’ll grow up to be strong like me.
Thanks for reading The Early Years Growing Up,