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PASSAGES I want to say that no matter how many years your father has been absent due to death, it does not matter how long it has been, you still miss your dad. I lost my dad in 1963 in the fall. He was young, not even 40 yet, when he got killed in a log truck accident. If he were alive today, he would be very proud of all of his family and grandchildren. He was a sportsman and liked to hunt and fish and liked to play ball. He worked most of the time I was growing up and I didn’t get to know him in my adult years. Now that I am older, each year I get older, the more I remember all the good times we had as a family. I remember how he would break out his guitar and sing us songs when the lights went out in a storm. He always sang to us and believe it or not, I can still remember the songs. Songs like “San Antonio Rose,” “Cool Water,” and some others from the Sons of the Pioneers. My dad said he always wished he could have grown up in the Wild West days. He was always buying the Wild West books and we always watched TV shows like “Maverick,” “Sugar Foot,” “The Virginian,” “Gunsmoke,” and “Have Gun Will Travel.” God Blessed America by Eddie Ehret Happy Father’s Day, dada! Miss you and love you lots! Love, your little man Amial My dad was an average family man who worked hard and he was a talented musician and was a log truck driver all of his life. Although he has been gone since 1963,1 still do miss him at times, especially around his birthday in February and on Father’s Day. Pam Lane Happy Father’s Day to all my uncles! Fish, Joe Petersen, Bristo and Sam, Nathan, Ryan, Tyrone and Buzzy Scott, Ryan Sanderson, Loren Florendo, Tony Blomstrom, Tom Addis, Chuck Godfrey, Pat Hall, Jake Jones, and Walter Richards Sr. Lots of love, Little Bear Happy Mother’s Day, mother. It’s been awhile, but doing well! Love your sons, MD and Dancer I’d like to wish a few mothers a belated Happy Mother’s Day. You are all special to us. First, our beautiful Aunt Madge Mason, Aunt Patricia Darcy, Margo Norton, Tina Retasket, Tammy Pullam, Mary Ann Pul lam, Lisa Norton, Alison Noble, Darcy Lal, and of course these last two are so very dear to us - Brenda Robertson and Bridget Robertson. You are all so dear to us. May God bless you all. Angella and Robbie Robertson. We’d like to wish Brendan Lal a rather late belated happy birthday. Kisses and hugs sent your way. We love you. Auntie Ange and Uncle Robbie To our grandson, Braxton Morford, have a wonderful 8th birthday on the 5th. Love ya’. O granny and Papa Robertson To my father - I heard you turned 83! Wow. Hope it was a good one, Bill Pullam. We still love ya. Angella and Robbie 22 □ Siletz News □ This is for two very special people, Brenda and Dale Robertson. May your 5th wedding anniversary be as good as the first. Happy Anniversary on May 10. Mom and Dad and Josh, we all love you two. We’d like to wish my brother, Patrick Pullam, a very happy birthday on June 3. Hope you have a good one. Love ya’. Angella and Robbie Robertson Happy Birthday to Patrick Pullam on June 3. Lots of love, Tina, Jack, and all the gang Happy 8th Birthday, Braxton Morford. We hope that your day is the best one this year! We love you! Love, Daddy, Mommy, Sissy, Sammy too! “Jack,” a huge thank you for helping Katherine! You’re a great guy! Love ya’, “your cousins” June 2001 Happy Mother’s Day, Gram’mamas. Love, Chayson, Jazmyn, and Quinton Happy Mother’s Day to my mother, Daryllynne. Thought I forgot about you, huh?! Love, Fawn Happy Mother’s Day to “mom,” grandma Alice, great-grandma Alice! We love you and miss you so much! Love, Fawn, Chayson, Jazmyn, and Quinton Happy Birthday to Ryan Stormy Michael. I love you. Love your father, Michael To my wife and mother of my children, Fawn. You have watched me fail and now we sail, for this my heart is yours. Thank you for our three beautiful children and for the ability to believe in the unbelievable. Your husband, Michael D. Metcalf Lost in a world passing me by, Blinded by the corporate lies. As the scent of Greed, Illuminates the air, Filling our hearts with despair. This world of opportunity, Beneath our feet, But corporate America would rather cheat. Looking for the easiest way, To pull the wool over our eyes. So they can continue their heartfelt lies. While I sit here thinking, Of the days to proceed, 1 think of how much our Mother’s heart will Bleed. Bleeding like the Lord on the cross, All the while his people, Thinking they’re the boss. They think they are the rulers, Of this World, Yet all their beliefs. Are now that of swirled. No longer caring, For right or wrong, For greed and envy, Is what makes them strong. The Political prisoners, Of this land, Because our government, Has such high demands. Money and power, Is what they crave, Because it’s their power, To misbehave. These quintessential, Ways of life, Thanks so much, For the pain and strife. So many hearts, All fdled with greed, No longer knowing, How to bleed. For all those times, I've peered through their eyes, There’s nothing left, But desolate cries. Lies upon lies. It’s no surprise, That we 're standing Before our demise. Our day of decision, Approaching fast. And my only question, “Who will last.”
