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Myrna, My Wife

by Bob "Doggie" Henderson

I met Myrna one May afternoon walking home with her friend and gave them a ride home. 

On June 30^th 1956 I asked her for a date. We went to a movie and seemed to hit it off that first night. I was invited to their house it seemed like every evening for supper. We went fishing together usually at Perkinsville or at the creek down by the Boy Scout camp, it didn’t matter to us as long as we were together and having fun. I never did actually propose to her as it was taken for granted that we would marry each other. 

March 16, 1957, was the big day of saying I do. We shared a lot of things after we were married. We put out a garden, canning a lot of the vegetables that we grew which was an experience as neither one of us had ever canned before. With the help of the pressure cooker book, we soon became quite good at it. Yes, we still went fishing every chance we got even though we didn’t have a boat. She still is the best fishing partner I have ever had and always will be. Maybe that is why we moved to the lake, as we both liked the water. We do now own a boat and try to go out on the lake when we can. 

Work was better up here than in Elwood plus we are where we wanted to be. We do miss our children and grandchildren a lot. We try to get to Elwood once a month as Myrna’s mother, brother and my sister and the children and their families are still there. She has stuck with me through thick and thin. As a lot of you know I have had a lot of health problems, but she has always been there for me. People say how do you stay married for so long, our answer is we first have God in our lives, plus it is give and take. We took our marriage vows very seriously. 

It is great to see her smile when something pleases her. I know I am not the most perfect husband to have as I can’t do carpentry work like a lot of men can or work on cars, but I do try in other ways to make up for it. I really don’t have much more to say and hope I have not bored you to bad. In closing, Myrna, I just want you to know that my love grows deeper each day for you if that is possible.

Bob "Doggie" Henderson '53

Kuhn Lake, 

Pierceton, IN

  With kids going back to school, ( the ones going to or back to college), I know a lot of parents are sad at this time of  year. For they won't see their kids until the Holiday breaks.

GOODNIGHT KISS
          

I count it as a privilege, I count it cause for praise,

To kiss my children goodnight at the close of everyday.

For I know too soon they're up and gone, and walking out the door 

And I'll never have a child to kiss goodnight any more.
 
It's very strange how times have changed from the present to the past.

When did they grow so quickly the time has flown so fast.
  
For it seems like only yesterday I helped him with his shirt,
Or pat my baby on the back, or kissed away a hurt.
  
Tell a story, read a book, wipe a nose, or tie a shoe.
They never ask me to rub their backs the way they used to do.

  
Once it was a  bother, just a troublesome kind of chore.
But now I would give anything to do it just once more.
  
Mommy, bounce me on your knee, Daddy, flip me in the air.
Throw a rubber ball to me and help me comb my hair.
  
Mommy, tickle my tummy . . . Daddy, hold me high.
Lets go outside, for a while, or make a kite to fly . . .

  
I count it as a privilege I count it cause for praise,

To kiss my children goodnight at the close of everyday.
  
For I know too soon they're up and gone and walking out the door, 

And I'll never have a child to kiss goodnight anymore!
     

Submitted by . . .

Carol (Kochman) Lewellen '73

Elwood, IN

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