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Linda wrote this poem for grandma and grandpa's 40th anniversary. The picture is from the 45th anniversary.

A Memory To Last

Long time ago,
When the moon was all aglow
And purple shades of evening,
Closed upon two heads which were scheming;
The plans of a lasting marriage began to grow.

One bright and sunny day Katy and Arnold were wed.
And from there to a small dwelling of love they were led.
The ensuing years brought, sweat, trouble and toil.
'Twas enough to cause anyone's blood to boil;
But because they were together, not a tear was shed.

Finally, the time came
When the expectant father they could not tame.
Until they, broadly smiling, brought to him a baby girl;
With small, elfin-like features and hair with a bit of curl.
After she, three more small elfin-like creatures came.

Arnold saw feminine smiles all the day.
Some were flashy and on display;
Some were false and elastic;
While other's were truly artistic.
But Katy's smile was the smile which stole his heart away.

There were days when visits in order were.
And the excitement of the day was the airport tour.
Taking the Chevy, family car and delivery wagon,
Off the little family went; all tongues a waggin',
And the children squealed,
"We're going to Pake and Bepa's for sure!"

At Pake and Bepa's there was much to do.
No one ever felt lonely or blue.
The children happily played with their blocks;
While the elders sat and held their talks.
But time does fly, so homeward bent the little crew.

On some occasions, they sometimes would stop
At the airport to see the airplanes climb to the treetop.
Then homeward and down River Street;
Which was none too tidy nor neat;
Whereupon misbehavior, Arnold threatened to drop
Them for a permanent stop.

There were times, of course, which seemed black.
But who could ever forget Katherine's self-painted Cadillac;
Nor the time Ralph, their only son,
Fell into the icy brook and a fever did run;
While Alice omnisciently pushed the family baby buggy up and back.

Then came the time for disaster and flood;
When the basement and store were covered with mud.
Into the long, tedious work they did plunge;
And with the aid of soap, mop, bucket, and sponge,
Together they cleaned up the muck, mire and mud.

A move to California they undertook.
They went for a newer and better life to look.
That, old, heavy-laden truck across the country went;
Possessions dangerously hanging as the truck westward bent,
While hearts with anticipation shook.

Cries could be heard of "There's toilet paper behind the bush," and such.
And heard, too, was Katy's cry of "Ralph, please, you talk too much!"
The little family was certainly brave, indeed;
To look for a new house and a new life that they seemed to need,
While fear would never their spirit touch.

Around the month of September,
For non can exactly remember,
They reach California and Aunt Jennie's house;
Only to find they would all accommodate the family bunk house--
That poor, tiny room with far too many a member.

But, then for their Christmas treat,
They moved to 1008 Sheridan Street.
Happy and gay and jolly they were;
Because they had home and even an adjoining apartment next door.
And to look on their faces of accomplishment, made life very sweet.

Today, each one has gone his own special way.
Ralph, their only son, is married to Toddy, who is always gay.
Frieda is happily married to Clete.
Alice is married to Nick, who seems sweet.
And Katherine is married to Jack with happiness to pay.

Time, although her covers have not yet closed,
Has ended a story that will always be told
To generations after ourselves;
Who will never wish to put their family story upon old shelves,
But will keep the family spirit warm...never to grow cold.

Linda (Oury) Rogers
1965

The input for this poem, which Linda was asked to compose when Linda was 18, came from Alice and Kat.


from left to right:

a Cadillac which Alice drove

an unknown make car that Uncle Dick drove with his daughter, Virginia (Kuiper) Coleman

The family truck which Grandpa drove.

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