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Second hand, left-overs. and clothes handed down,

Have all been a part of your life.

Since you agreed to be,

A mate to me,

A poor teacher’s wife.

Second-hand is a thought, at which people frown,

(Antique is a fancy word.)

The left-overs some dread,

– Our daily bread –

Others waste; how absurd!

 

“Hand-me-down” clothes (despised adjectives to nouns),

You have re-made by the sack.

These three things are not all,

I could recall,

The list would not slack.

Darling, you’re the best mate and mother ’round.

I’m glad you’ve married me,

And became the mother,

(Like no other).

Does one, plus one, make three?

           – eab, 7/73

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Sometime last month you had a birthday;

The exact date, I’m sorry, I forgot.

You turned eighty-five, 85, I say.

Eighty-five years Brother, is a lot.

 

Four score and five is almost enough

To be antique. (Don’t be offended,

Antiques, you know, I love in the rough,

So stick with me till I’m ended.)

 

You’ve lived to see the horse-less carriage,

Turn from touring car to streamline.

And conversely the steam, steel-horse rage,

Once strong, you’ve seen fully decline.

 

The airplane you saw at its outset,[1]

Not dreaming that soon, oh so soon,

The bi-plane would give way to the jet,

And you’d live to see men on the moon.

 

As I’d mention a “great,” you’d known him:

Rees,[2] Fleming,[3] Culp,[4] Uncle Bud,[5] and Ruth,[6]

Anderson,[7] Stalker,[8] and Wireman.[9]

You’ve been privileged to hear preach the truth.

 

You have lived and known such a spectrum,

Of the past, and ones who have gone on.

You’re the one for me, who connects them,

A living, Godly historian.[10]

 

So I’m glad to have had you Brother,

As pastor, advisor, and friend.

With wishes for many another,

These (late) birthday greetings I send. – eab, 2/75


[1] He saw one of the Wright Brothers fly.

[2] J D Webb Sr. was ordained by Seth C Rees, ate with Uncle Buddy, told about Stalker’s previous affliction, and had Wireman as evangelist when Webb pastored the Pilgrim Holiness church in Bremen, Ohio.

[3] John and Bona Fleming were brothers.

[4] George B Culp

[5] At Webb’s sister’s house he ate breakfast with Uncle Buddy (Rueben Robinson)

[6] C W (Christian Wismer) Ruth

[7] T M (Tony) Anderson

[8] Charlie Stalker

[9] I had privilege of hearing “Bulldog” Charlie Wireman.

[10] His first car was a 1914 Cadillac which he owned in 1916.

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