No matter what we say or do, The years since 1952 Continue to accumulate With accelerated interest rate. But this birthday's different from the rest: The first one spent in the Northwest! With new friends, new work, new terrain And lots and lots and lots of rain. However, we must not forget: It's still God's Country when it's wet. And where else can one so delight At the appearance of direct sunlight? But in all of this there's none so dear As the woman who brought us here; And no sun rays quite match the grace Brought each of us in your smiling face.
I have two blogs going now, one to represent my father's writings and the other for my own. I have been editing my father's only novel, written in 1947, and will upload one chapter at a time. My own writing includes, verse, articles, and reflections.