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Hilda Richardson
August 26, 1935 -
Forever In Our Hearts
“ELSIE’S ROSE”
On a sultry summer’s eve,August twenty-six, nineteen thirty-five,Wee Elsie Goodwin,
Waited for her baby to arrive
And as she held her rosebud,Soft, petal skin from head to
toe,Elsie whispered to her Jack,“Into a rose, I’m sure she’ll
grow.”
So, Hilda bloomed into a lady,Long and lean, and fair of face,
And, not unlike her mother’s rose,Filled with style and with grace.
Her stem is strong and rigid,But, in the storm it gives and
bends,And when thorn is truly needed,It’s message prickles as it fends.
And as the years go by,Elsie’s rose will re-appear,
Each summer she’ll get older,More wise, yet still more dear.
By now, she is a bouquet,With Ollie, two sons, and a
daughter of her own,She nurtured all her family,Till they were fully grown.
Elsie’s rose has lasting beauty,
We’re here to witness it, if I may say,
Happy Birthday, we all love you, Hilda,
We’re proud of you and yours today.
And so, as we gather here tonight,I can hear what Jack would
say,“Oh, yes, she is a rose, my
love,There’s nothing more to say.”
For Hilda Richardson on her 60th Birthday (August 26, 1995)
By Bonnie McAllister (her sister-in-law)
Family Christmas…..through the years……
Nana and Papa’s 1969
Once Ollie and Hilda,Doug, Maureen and Bruce
Moved up to Sault Ste. Marie….
“Aunt Hilda and Uncle Ollie” were
NOTORIOUSFor Sending Down the
“Noisiest & Most Irritating Gifts”
for the Nieces and Nephews
Every Christmas!
Christmas in July
The year is 1985,
Bruce Mines
……FUN HAD BY ALL!
Family Weddings
Birthday Reunions
men
Bonnie’s Elsie’s Rose Poem
Hilda poem
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Can you help me, Lord? I’m 70 years old!
Can you help me, Lord? I’ve lost my keys
They were in my hand when I locked the door
They’ve just disappeared,They’re not here anymore!
Can you help me, Lord? I’ve lost my glasses
They were in my hand when I locked the door
They’ve just disappeared,They’re not here anymore!
Can you help me, Lord? I’ve lost directions to the
party,There were in my hand when I
locked the doorThey’ve just disappeared,
They’re not here anymore!
Can you help me, Lord? I lost some money,
It was in my hand as I walked out the door,
It’s just disappeared,It’s not here anymore!
Can you help me, Lord? I’ve lost my memory
What is my grandson’s name?I called him Doug, Bruce,
then Jack,I can tell he’s not into this
“name” game!
Can you help me, Lord? I’ve lost my mind
I’m sure I had it yesterday in the store,
It’s just disappeared,It’s not here anymore!
An answer for your prayersFor important they are, it’s
true,These questions plague every
womanWho is over 52!
Your keys are in your purse,Your glasses are in your purse,The directions to the party are in an envelope in your purse,The money is in your wallet in
your purse,Where is your purse?
P.S. You’ve lost your memory and your mind so
quit looking for them!
In honour of Hilda Richardson’s 70th Birthday celebration
Written by Bonnie McAllister – July 31, 2005
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With Love, and
Forever in Our Hearts
Shari ( Richardson ) Schroeder
And All The
Southern-Ontario
“ Richardson” Families