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
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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.”