GLORIA MAY BECKER {Nonagenarian} Mid year in 1935, The eighteenth day of June, A newborn baby, did arrive, And not a day too soon. At 12 years old, was born anew, When t'church, with neighbour, went, She heard the calling of her LORD 'Twas surely time, well spent. Worked hard, did she, at 'shirt factory' Of Cluett/Peabody, Of constant work, she was not scared, As anyone could see. At 18 years, 'twas when she met, { December, '53 } ...
Whenever we were younger The last three, that would be, Sunday afternoon, from Spring, Was for the 'family'. Dad worked Monday through Friday And Saturday, when could, To 'make ends meet', the reason, To mortgage pay, buy food. He rose up at the 'crack of dawn' Oft times to home, returned When younger three had gone to bed, From him, 'work ethic' learned. Though Sunday, it was 'church day', Aft' lunch, if dry weather We'd all...