The Swing - A 50th Wedding Anniversary Poem

 

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Q1: What is your Name?
A1: Bev Spangler

Q2: What is your Email Address?
A2: (withheld)

Q3: Who do you want the poem written for ?
A3: My parents who are celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary.  (Written from children/grandchildren)
Their wedding date:  October 25th, 1951.  Their get-together is planned for Saturday, October 20th.

Q4: Why do you want the poem written ?
A4: To show how much we love them and what their commitment means to us.  We have a large family, seven children (4 girls and 3 boys) and 17 grandchildren.  We did not have a lot of money, but we always had a warm home, plenty of food to eat, and a mother and father to provide for and take care of us.  When growing up it seems that we always thought that everyone had those basic necessities of life; of course we found out that that is not always the case.  Mom worked very hard, gardening and canning, sewing, cooking, and baking; tons of laundry - always hung on the line to dry.  One of our favorite things growing up was Mom making bread (and usually cinnamon rolls as well) on Saturday.  It was (and still is) wonderful fresh out of the oven; just get a glass of milk and the butter.  Dad farmed in the very early days and then he farmed and drove a school bus.  While I was growing up (I am child number 5 of 7; my oldest sister is 13 years older than I am - there is 19 years between my oldest sibling and my youngest sibling), he worked for the county driving a road grader maintaining the roads and plowing snow.  We always thought that grader was the best thing.  One fond memory I have from when I was young was taking dad lunch during the summer when he would be mowing along the roads.  I'm sure it was a lot of work for Mom, but it was a special treat for us to get to see Dad at lunch-time.  My dad also helped out on my Grandpa's farm (where my dad grew up) throughout the years (planting corn, baling hay, etc.)

Q5: What are the key messages you would like the poem to send ?
A5: How thankful we are that our parents have always been committed to one another and what a blessing that is to us.

Q6: Do you have any funny, sad, happy, embarrassing or otherwise memorable moments that you would like to share ?
A6: Sitting on the front porch in the swing will always be something I will remember.  In the evening when the day's chores were done and it had cooled off (or any time) it was a nice place to relax, visit with a neighbor, or talk to someone who saw us outside as they drove by and decided to stop in.

My oldest sister mentioned that Sunday afternoons at Grandma and Grandpa's with all the extended family were very memorable for her.  One other memory that she mentioned was going for Sunday afternoon drives and ending up at the A&W.


Q7: Do you have any other comments or thoughts ?
A7: We always had horses while growing up; Mom and/or Dad were always so good about getting the saddles, bridles, etc. loaded up and taking us the mile and a half to the rented pasture so we could ride.  They still have horses but now they (mostly Dad, but Mom too) have work horses (Belgians).  The grandchildren love the horses and always want to go to the farm to see them, sit on them, and go for a ride in the wagon (pulled by the horses) or sleigh.  The horses have always been a big part of our lives.  For the older siblings, going on trail rides was always a big thing and some of their favorite memories.  As the years passed, Dad got more into driving horses vs. riding.  We used to go on what we called "Wagon Trips" where would have a wagon train and go to one, two, or maybe three locations to camp.

My mom loves to quilt and a wonderful thing that all the grandchildren have as a keepsake are baby blankets that have been hand quilted.  She enjoys spending the afternoon quilting with some of her friends on various projects.

As is the case with any relationship, there have been good times and bad.  Times when one of my brothers (who was 3 or 4 at the time) fell from a wagon of corn stalks and got hurt; I understand from my sister that he would cry even to be picked up so my dad carried him around on a pillow.  Times when my mom would take an individual child to town with her and stop at the bakery to get a 'Long John' and tell them not to tell the others; making that individual feel very special -- eventually they compared notes and found out the others got that "secret donut" too.

One thing that always seemed so funny was that our family always was kind of split in two; 'The Big Kids' (the 4 oldest siblings) and 'The Little Kids'.  There are two girls (Darlene and Carol), then two boys (Dennis and Ray), then two girls (Bev and Paula) and then a boy (Bryan).  There is about three years in age between each of us; except for me.  Ray is 4 years older and Paula is two years younger; I guess that's why the grouping.  Who knows!

My Mom was always the one to go to football games, wrestling matches, and such.  I used to go with her all the time; we froze our 'buns' on many a bleacher for my two older brothers' ball games.  This was not up my dad's alley but he has always been willing to lend a hand - one story I've heard a number of times is how he took kids home in his grader because the school bus could not get down the road to the homes.

Q8: What style of poem would you prefer ? (Happy, sad, romantic etc.)
A8: Happy, heartfelt, some humor
 

The Swing

 

Growing up was so very special,

we always had a warm home and plenty to eat,

a mother and father to provide for us,

and the secret "Long John" as a special treat.

 

I will always remember the front porch,

sitting on the swing when the sun was past its best,

just chatting with a passing neighbor,

or simply relaxing and having a rest.

 

That was always a good feeling,

because you sat there when the chores were done,

got to think about your achievements,

and got to enjoy the evening sun.

 

And you should enjoy yours,

because you've toiled and worked so very hard,

you've been centre stage all our lives,

and you have undoubtedly starred !

 

We weren't rich by worldly standards,

but we've had riches that money can't buy.

How do we show our gratitude ?

We don't know - but we'll give it one good try:

 

We have so many wonderful memories,

and that's one of the reasons for this rhyme,

so we might try and remember a few,

because we've had so many memorable times.

 

An aroma that provokes childhood memories;

how we love the smell of Mom’s baking bread,

just get me a glass of milk and pass the butter please,

these are delicious words that I've just said !

 

Those wonderful Sunday afternoons,

at Grandma and Grandpas with the whole family,

a lovely time to look forward to,

and an exciting and happy place to be.

 

We've had such great times with our horses,

so many magical moments its hard to decide,

the rented pasture, the Belgians, the Wagon Trips,

and just how much fun was a trail ride?

 

Mom certainly knows how to make a quilt,

some are among the grandchildren's treasured keepsakes,

every stitch crafted with love and care,

she simply has all the love that it takes.

 

Mom certainly has been productive in her time,

and she is one of the best cooks in this land,

and if you grow within a square mile of home,

you'll either get baked, cooked or canned !

 

 Dad farmed in the early days,

and later he also drove the school bus,

caring for his crops as they grew,

and looking out for each of us.

 

He then worked for the County,

maintaining roads and clearing snow,

such a treat to take him lunch in the summer,

and he’d take the children home when the bus couldn't go.

 

Today, the world is in troubled times,

but it should take a leaf out of your book,

it should look at what has made your marriage a success,

and then it should take another closer look.

 

Because you have so much love for each other,

and of course, you've loved us the most,

and so as these lines come to an end,

to you both - we'd like to raise a toast.

 

Here's to you Mom and Dad,

and we'd like to say this ALOUD,

thank you, we love you so very much,

thanks Mom and Dad - you've done us proud.

 

Now life can never be perfect,

and there's been both good times and bad,

but no matter what challenge arose,

you always relied on the faith that you had.

 

We didn't realize how lucky we were,

for we had treasures both big and small,

a large family with so much love,

I guess you could say we had it all.

 

So from The Big Kids and The Little Kids,

(and with this poem we proudly unite),

we'd like to say a very big thank you,

thanks for being our guiding light.

 

You've deserved your time on the swing,

enjoy that evening sun together,

and know that we're so proud of you.

We love you, always and forever.

 

Copyright Allen Jesson :) 2001-3

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Bev kindly replied:

"My parents really thought the poem was great; Dad told me multiple times that he thought it was just great.  The Pastor from the local Lutheran church who asked the blessing on the meal at the celebration really played right into the 'swing' theme as he has visited with my parents while they were out sitting in the swing.  He thought that the poem was a wonderful tribute to my parents.

Thank you so much for all your effort in getting this poem written.  I don't have any objections to you publishing it but will get back to you regarding changing names."