Poem Celebrating Mary Ann and Jim's 40th Wedding Anniversary - 30 July 1998
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On occasions such as this one,
Often tales there are to tell,
So sit right back and listen,
As I weave this history well.
Let me tell you all a story
‘Bout a Midwest boy named Jim,
And the girl he was to marry,
One ya’ll call Mary Ann.
Jim was born way back in thirty-three,
In “Nerk”, that’s in Ohio,
Where he grew up as a farming lad,
And to school, he walked a mile.
Twixt farm and store he spent his youth,
He learned to love that work;
But t’was “teachin’” where his heart was set,
So for France he traded “Nerk”.
In France, at University,
The tongue so well he'd learn,
His sights set on “Professorship”,
With degrees he soon would earn.
Yet Returning to Ohio,
Fate would change young Jimmy’s course,
For his Uncle Sam was beckonin’,
So he joined our nation’s “Force”.
“Air”, that is, the one with planes,
With tankers, fighters too;
That “Force” that soon would course his veins,
His “calling” found anew.
Now let me shift our tale a bit
And make our way out West,
To the raisin’ of young Mary Ann
(The account Jim loves the best).
Cross the country, near the great Salt Lake,
This lovely gal was born,
On the same day as her grandma,
So “her” name she since has worn.
She was raised without her Daddy
(Who had died too young a man),
By her loving-hearted mother,
Who, alone, raised six of them.
Living just below the East bench,
Our young Mary Ann did grow;
At a couple years Jim’s senior,
Love and work she grew to know.
The war years were not easy
For a fam’ly any where,
Yet this Mary Ann has fondness
For the mem’ries that were there.
The Coconut Grove in Salt Lake,
Where the girls met soldier boys,
There they danced into the nighttime,
Gig’ling girls, just feigning coy.
And It wasn’t long thereafter
That a job she found at Hill;
As a clerical assistant,
Her own wartime job to fill.
Now I know you’re asking how these two
Had ever come to meet,
So I’ll get on with this fable,
For the story’s quite unique.
It seems there was this friendly “Aunt”
of Mary Ann’s, it’s told,
With a knack for making matches,
And a record that was gold.
But not only was she Mary’s aunt,
For her home was Room and Board,
To a young man known as Sergeant Deal;
To him, she was landlord.
Now it’s funny how the medd’ling
Of a person here and there,
Or the shifting of the stars above,
From two create a pair.
But it only took a month or so
Before our couple knew,
That fate was somehow on their side;
Their course was set for two.
So on this date in fifty eight,
They shared their wedding day,
Just a simple ceremony,
Modest vows, then on their way....
To their new-found life together,
Both as husband and as wife,
And a promising career;
What a wonderful new life!
In time they found the Air Force
Whisked them all around our sphere,
To some mighty fine assignments;
Some close by, some nowhere near.
There was California, Texas,
Back to Utah, once or twice;
And a journey off to Idaho;
They thought Colorado nice.
Jim found Okinawa lonely,
With his bride so far away;
But he made it through with visions
Of their re-unitin’ day.
Along their trek of travelin’ life,
To them, two angels came.
(At least that’s how they tell it;
It’s their story, who can say).
There was first a son named Michael,
Then a daughter, Marianne;
I think their angel thinking’s true,
(Since it’s the fomer that I am).
This little fam’ly hopped around,
With travelin’ in their bones;
A few more years in Southern Cal,
Then Nebraska they called home.
Then around the year, 'bout ‘73,
The Air Force took away
Poor Jim from friends and family
Off to Thailand, o’er the way.
That year away from Mary Ann
And kids drew lonesome pains;
Thank heavens Jim found such a friend,
In that tall one called Ralph Haynes.
Then came that great reunion,
As the four Deals blazed their way,
Cross that great divide, Atlantic,
To the beautiful U.K.
To the home that Jim and Mary Ann
Would gladly call their own,
For their love of all things British,
Certainly must well be known.
As time slipped by, the fam’ly grew,
As often you will find,
With daughters, sons and grandkids
Filling corners of their minds.
Jumping continents became them,
As they criss-crossed o’er the seas,
Spending more time in Nebraska,
than I’d care to, if you please.
And when the word “retirement”
Was foremost on their minds,
They sadly bid farewell and left
Their fond Air Force behind.
They came out West, Pacific Coast,
Their plans not really knowin’,
'Cept future hopes in new careers,
That happened to be Boein’.
Our tale has brought us here today,
It’s this wedded pair we toast;
For forty years they’ve lived and loved,
As a couple they should boast.
So lift a glass of punch to them,
And let's wish them, if we may,
An eternity of happiness,
That they share this special day.
-by son Michael Deal