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This first poem was written to my wife for the 40th anniversary of our first date.

Our first kiss

If someone asked me if I could remember my very first kiss, I would have to say that I don't.
But I do remember the first kiss from a little girl
I thought was the prettiest little thing
I had ever seen,
Judy was only fifteen.

If someone asked me if I could remember when I first fell in love.
I don"t remember I would have to say,
but it had to have been a beautiful day,
because like is said, she was the prettiest thing I had ever seen,
she was only a teen.

Now I don''t remember our second kiss, or the third, or kiss number twenty two,
but I remember the first kiss, after she said I do.
She was the prettiest bride you've ever seen,
she was only eighteen.

Now I don't remember all the kisses in-between, but I remember our first,
after each childs birth,
she still was the prettiest thing I had ever seen,
by then she was certianly no longer a teen.

Now if you ask me how long it's been since that very first kiss.
Well, over forty years have past.
But if you ask me which kiss was the sweetest,
it was our last.

And if someone would ask me the secret to a happy marriage and a wonderful life.
That's simple, just marry a sweet little girl exactly like my wife.
Because she was, and she is, and she always will be,
the most beatiful woman I have ever seen.

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This poem was writtin by Judy to her sister and her husband, Connie and Rodger Floyd for their 25th wedding anniversary


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It's very plain to see

When I was sixteen and my little sister was only five,
I left our family home
to try to make in on my own.
My little sister grew and I was'nt there to see,
what made her the wonderful sister she turned out to be.

One day my little sister honored me with a very special request,
she asked me to sew for her a very special dress.
My little sister had found, it was very plain to see,
a special wonderful man as he turned out to be

With needle and thread I began to sew,
hoping all along their love would always grow.
The two of them had found, it was very plain to see,
a special kind of love, as it has turned out to be.

One, two and three, the children they did come,
diapers, sports and school, it kept them on the run.
Together they became, it is very plain to see,
very special parents, they turned out to be.

With my hands I made a dress, but Gods hands made the love.
Something so special only comes from him above.
Twenty-five years have past, we're very happy to see.
The love still grows, may God always allow it to be.


Connie and Rodger, 25th anniversary picture

The next little poem was found in my fathers (Delmer Palmer) papers after his death in 1995. My mother(Vada Palmer) had died before my father. The poem after the one to my mother is a poem we also found in his papers. It is a tongue in cheek look at himself. My father was a undersheriff in a county in Kansas


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I'm not much, but I'm all you get
So I hope your satisfied with that.
After 37 years of married life.
I am glad you have been my wife.
The flowers I have sent are very few.
But the roses say, that "I LOVE YOU".

Palmer always gets his Man

Now undersheriff Palmer is a conscientious man,
but don't try to cross him or you'll end up in the can.
Why I remember once when Mrs. Mudson threw him out.
He shook his fist and said, that he would be back without a doubt.

So he got a warrant and a deputy or two,
and headed back to the Mudsons house to see what he could do.
It was said that she was a dangerous gal, and she would fight with all she had,
but Palmer didn't care, she had threw him out and that had made him mad.

The legend says they charged the house on that great and historic day,
Palmer yelled -surround the house, don't let her get away!

Palmer made a flying leap as he crashed through the door.
He tackled her around the neck and dragged her to the floor.
He got her in an armlock and he grabbed her by the hair,
She broke away and scratched his hand and bit him on the ear.

The furniture was broken up, ash trays how they flew.
They fought, they scratched, they kicked, and cussed. Untill the air turned blue.
It began to look like Palmer surely was about to go down,
when the deputies jumped in and pinned her to the ground.

Well, they handcuffed her, and took her to the jail,
and the moral of the story is this, Undersheriff Palmer will never fail.
He may look old and crippled with hair growing thin.
But when Palmer goes to get his man, he always brings him in.



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To read the news paper articale
"PEOPLE IN FOCUS"
about Frank and Margie, click here.

Our first 52 years Together

By Frank and Margie Marang.

As I set here and reminisce,
I think of the good times I didn't miss.
It brings back memories of out first date,
I hurried around, I didn't want to be late.

I don't remember what I wore,
But I was thrilled when you came to the door.
You were so tall, slim and looked so neet,
I wanted all my girl friends for you to meet.

We did a lot of dancing and going to the show,
Tyro had non-talkies and westerns, wouldn't you know!
Back to camp you had to go, the letters flew thick and fast,
finally you time was up, you were home at last.

We were married early one morning in the month of June,
A drive to Wichita, Kansas was our only honeymoon.
We had three children in the space of twelve years,
They brought alot of laughter and not many tears.

We had our ups and down but we ended with a kiss,
that was the best part I didn't want to miss.
Our children went to school an graduated, too,
I didn't want them to leave home, but what's a mother to do.?

One by one they married and flew the nest,
we enjoyed our children, but grandchildren are the best.
Before we could blink our eyes, some left their cozy home,
and wouldn't you know, started families of their own.

Six great grandchildren we have and another on the way,
It's realy hard to wait for that special day.
You may think seven is quit a few to get,
But we have five more grandkids, so we aren't through yet.

We bought us a camper and hooked it to our car,
we decided to travel to see other places instead of where we are.
We've been north, south, east and west,
but we decided home was best.

Oh, we saw woundrous things that weren't in the a book,
it was the real thing and we took time to look.
Fighting bears, antelope and deer by the dozen,
we didn't see a familiar face, not even a long lost cousin.

We traveled with a couple who will be our friend forever,
the times we shared will be memeries to treasure.
Laughter lifts our soul and carries our spirits high,
good friends are great to have around, this we can't deny.

Another happy memory we want to relate,
is our 50th anniversary, two years ago to date.
Our children planned our wedding and our vows we did repeat,
with a wedding gown I never had, and everything was complete.

The gown I wore was beautiful to behold,
I made it for my daughters wedding and it was 22 years old
Our daughter looked so good in it a long time ago,
it also fit me good and my added pounds didn't show.

The evening was a gala affair,
there was cake, punch and people everywhere.
Old time songs of the 40's and 50's were played alright,
the way we felt we could have danced all night.

We haven't told you eveything, maybe at another time,
but everyday, in our hearts, there is a song, there is a rhyme
We're glad we found each other, we think it was ment to be,
if we had to do it all over again, we would, wouldn't we

Frank and Margie Marang 50th wedding anniversary and vows renewal picture--CLICK HERE.


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