Mother
Mother, at the end of life's road, you will see a
light, you've made
your passage, through God's tunnel so bright.
Today we see a silhouette from the sky, with
cloud formations to our naked eye.
Mother, we don't know what's ahead for you up there,
but we know
it's with angels that care.
Mother, we loved you so very much, you were gentle
and kind with
each endearing touch.
You gave to your family from your loving heart, giving
us guidance
right from the start.
The days ahead for us will be gray with gloom, but
we'll know you'll be
near, with the first Spring flowers that bloom.
Mother, you have passed on to another plateau, but
it's hard for the
family, for us, to let go.
God chose you this time, to pass through the light,
the family will
carry your love day and night.
Mother, you made us believe in respect and compassion,
we'll live by
these rules to your satisfaction.
It's never goodbye, Mother so dear, you'll live in
our hearts, and
always be near.
Mother, you're with Father now, in a place of peace,
your days here
on Earth, have now come to a cease.
The journey through may be winding and step, but
you now are at
rest, in your final sleep.
Someday Mother, we will meet again, when we pass
through, to our
life's end.
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When we were young, the fabulous 50's were in, the most colorful
decade we all know was then. Fun-filled teens having a ball, being apart
of the 50's and all. So begins an era from the best little city in the
U.S.A Richmond, California, by the San Francisco Bay.
The Great Decade
A fond reminder of an era so grand, with high flying
parties & Rock-n-Roll bands. Ike in the White House as
We all know, sex symbols Jayne Mansfield & Marilyn
Monroe. Appleton spot lights and low ridin' cars. Sal
Mineo and James Dean were top known stars. Roy Rogers
& Trigger were popular too, along with Lassie and
Ella Fitzgerald crying the blues. Little Richard
with "Lucille" at the top of the charts and Mona Lisa was a
musical art. A hip-swiveling Elvis took the 50's
by storm, an era of rock took hold and the King was born.
Micky Haggerity "Mr. Universe" with sex appeal. Fats
Domino singin' "I'm Walkin" and kicking his heels.
Jerry Lee Lewis and the coasters were in, to the
tune of Friday night parties, beer and your friends. Beautiful
ballads sung by the Platters, were a special part
of the 50's glamour. Camels and Lucky cigarettes too, make a
guy look pretty darn cool. Cruisin' Mac Donald avenue
in low ridin cars, partying under the East Bay stars.
Richmond was the in place ot be, listening to the
tunes of Bobby Darin and Sandra Dee. Growing up in the 50's
was fun-filled days, drinking Lucky Lager and hangin'
out at C.C. Cafe. Weekend fun at the roller-rink brought
lots of spark, it was located on the hillside at
Alvarado Park. Gordon's drive-in, sodas and car hops, guys with
Blue Levi's, leather jackets, duck tails and crew
tops. Rolled down socks, white oxford shoes, that was the style
for us gals too. We were proud of "55" Chevies and
convertible tops, Burgle beer and of course the Richmond
cops. Doggie diner was the in-place in low, hangin'
out with the crowd and then to the Costa we'd go. Wearing
your "wing-tipped" wedgie Florsheim shoes, Levi's
hangin' low, you looked pretty cool. Girls wore their boyfriend's
bracelet he made in metal shop, tight-fittin skirts
and a white sweater top. White wall tires and smitty pipes, low
ridin cars were a terrific sight. Bill Haley &
the Comets played on the radio as you cruised along into San Pablo,
El Sobrante and Richmond till dawn. To the uptown
theatre on Saturday's we go, weekend drinks were White
Port, lemon juice and with goblet we'd glow. Yo-yo's
were in, Krup and Rich at the drums, popular as much as
bubble gum. Gus with their cigs rolled in their sleeve,
along with a church key, melted girls hearts with their flirtatious
tease. Richmond High colors were Red and Navy Blue,
El Cerrito High was our rival school. We are a part of
these wonderful days gone by, going out on Friday
nights with your special gal or guy. The 50's were special with
moments so tender, our memories we'll always fondly
remember. I felt great in my cool '36 Ford that I drove
around, thru Richmond, El Sobrante, into Martinez
F bound. Happy and great times I endured, on the famous
street of 23rd. Crusin Mac Donald and San Pablo Dam
Road, being a part of the great Richmond Rogues.
We carved our initials on an old oak tree and pledged
our love as you can see; Bill and Beulah
"in all that has been said and done, everyone said
that we were too young. We married anyway and raised our
families the best way we could. If we had it to do
all over again, we certainly would."
We're glad we were a part of this time—It to us, is our youth, our life
line.
The Great Decade is dedicated to my dear and close
friend, Bill Reasoner, whom I have known since I was a
teenager. We loved the fabulous 50's . . . We were
a part of the youth growing up in Richmond, a proud era in our
lives that shall live with all of us for the remainder
of our time. No other decade can surpass the decade of the
fifties in Richmond. It was and always will be to
us the most glamorous Decade of the Century. We are proud
that we were that part of Richmond's history. The
50's will always live on in Bill. They are the greatest moments
of his youth. A colorful past for a wonderful guy
who lived it to the fullest.
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A Child's Thoughts of Fantasy
"If only I could be—"
A small willow wisp,
A shadow in the breeze,
A happy sound,
to care around,
If only I could be!
A pang of noise,
A child's small toy,
A rolling pin to see,
A flowering bloom in a tree,
If only I could be!
A twinkle beam from the Sun.
If only I could be!
A growing plant,
A scrowling ant,
A jasmine smell to breathe,
A rock for a child to heave,
If only I could be!
A big red ball,
And bounce the wall,
A child's little bear,
A curly lock of hair,
If only I could be!
A cube of butter melting in a pan,
A soft lovely woman's hand,
A peeling on a fruit,
A heel of a cowboy boot,
If only I could be!
A pebble on a beach,
A fuzzy on a peach,
A sound of tumbling rocks,
An old worn pair of socks,
If only I could be!
I'd take al these things,
Mix them all up with a ring,
To fantasy world I have been,
A child's world of pretend!
But really I'm glad that I'm me!
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I See the Light of Life
I have Lupus, but my spirits run high,
I promised myself, that I wouldn't die.
I wake up some mornings, with joints that do ache,
and a body so tired, and drained like a lake.
I'll say to myself, I'll have a nice day,
I will fight the Lupus, all of the way.
I see the light of Life.
An arm spasm hits, like a lightning bolt,
I soothe my arm, trying to calm the jolt.
As the disease progresses, into another stage,
my heart beats faster, with inner rage.
It can destroy your body in part,
it takes its toll, right to your heart.
I see the light of Life.
Lupus drains your soul, like an evil sin,
striking your kidneys and sun sensitive skin.
Mouth ulcers and joint pain, are a common sign,
that a Lupus flare will be in due time.
I see the light of Life.
My face becomes swollen, from the Prednisone,
but some days I know, I am not alone.
We Lupus patients take our life by each day,
in prayers and hopes, for a cure, we do pray.
What we go through each day of the year,
waiting and wondering, what's next for a cure.
I see the light of Life.
Sometimes my face is concerned, and has a blank stare,
I'm wondering when I'll have the next flare.
My doctor is my only friend,
he seems to know, and he does understand.
Once in awhile to the hospital I go,
a short stay with kind nurses, and doctors in tow.
My eyes become misty, with tears,
my doctor understands, my questions and fears.
I see the light of Life.
I have confidence that I'm in good hands,
in fact, my doctor to me, is the most skilled in
the land.
I know in my heart, that I am a fighter,
and each day to me, will be much brighter.
Every day represents a challenge to me,
moving forward, with an incurable disease.
I see the light of Life.
God put me here for a reason I know,
I'll spread my love, and fulfill my goals.
To people and places, that are in need,
friend or foe, I'll complete my deed.
When I am called, and it is my time,
I will have accomplished my life line.
I see the light of Life.
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The Golden Gate Bridge
Over fifty years ago I was born,
They said it could not be,
I was only a dream that men adorn,
In this free and proud country.
Then with sweat on brows,
And bearing work so bold,
These brave men made me somehow,
With gusts of winds so cold.
Crackling steel and concrete mix,
I grew from beam to brim,
Closing up the gap of sea,
From San Francisco to Marin.
Ships sail in and out of port,
Between my rugged shores,
Bringing foreign goods of sort,
And tourists by the scores.
Families come from far-off land,
Amazed at what they see,
A landmark made by man,
A living symbol of reality.
With a breathtaking view,
Near a steep rocky ridge,
White capped waves swirling through,
Yes, I am the Golden Gate Bridge.
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