And Mama wrote a poem!:
August 1, 2008
Happy 81st Birthday Dear Orland
Albert - 35; Zina - 32; Ila - 14; Inez - 14; Lorenzo - 11; Gerald - 10; Leonard - 8; Grace - 6; Aleen - 5; Dell - 3; Clair - 21 months.
In Woodruff town, straight south one mile from the Butte
Albert and Zina, parents to nine - (they bore good fruit)
Number 10 was coming (they were again sharing life)
All was in readiness – Aunt Lydia was mid-wife.
Did they hear the angels sing?
Did the bells in heaven ring?
The hour – 12:30 AM. The home was so small.
Were the children asleep? Who heard him first weep?
Did they know of his inner strength – his fate?
This day we gratefully celebrate!!
Eighty-one years since that eventful night –
‘Orland Reed Hatch’ – precious in God’s sight.
We give humble thanks to parents so brave
Who were selfless enough to give him life and a good name.
Orland, you work hard, are kind, thoughtful and love God
You cherish good music and family, and hold to the Rod.
And besides that, you are my top half
We cry, and oft-times laugh…
We’re way up this mountain we call life
I am so humbly grateful to be your wife.
I love you,
Vida
Did they hear the angels sing?
Did the bells in heaven ring?
The hour – 12:30 AM. The home was so small.
Were the children asleep? Who heard him first weep?
Did they know of his inner strength – his fate?
This day we gratefully celebrate!!
Eighty-one years since that eventful night –
‘Orland Reed Hatch’ – precious in God’s sight.
We give humble thanks to parents so brave
Who were selfless enough to give him life and a good name.
Orland, you work hard, are kind, thoughtful and love God
You cherish good music and family, and hold to the Rod.
And besides that, you are my top half
We cry, and oft-times laugh…
We’re way up this mountain we call life
I am so humbly grateful to be your wife.
I love you,
Vida
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