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S: Lucille Apol's 90th Birthday Party

BC: The End | With Love, Laura

FC: Happy 90th Birthday, Lucille!

1: On February 17, we all traveled to Grand Mound, Washington, to celebrate Lucille's 90th birthday. No one calls her Lucille, we call her Mom, Grandma, and Beppa. We gathered at Great Wolf Lodge, where we anticipated waterslides, pools, warm interiors and big bedrooms. It didn't disappoint, and we enjoyed our time together as one big happy family. Thanks, Mom, Grandma, and Beppa for giving us a gift for your birthday. You gave us one of life's greatest gifts: memories!

6: Jesus love me, this I know For the Bible tells me so!

7: Blest Be the Tie That Binds | Blest be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love; The fellowship of kindred minds Is like to that above. | Before our Father’s throne We pour our ardent prayers; Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one Our comforts and our cares. | This glorious hope revives Our courage by the way; While each in expectation lives, And longs to see the day. | From sorrow, toil and pain, And sin, we shall be free, And perfect love and friendship reign, Through all eternity.

8: Happy Birthday to You, Beppa! | This is the Day that the Lord has made!

15: The whole clan!

16: I saw him once before, As he passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters o'er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round Through the town. But now he walks the streets, And he looks at all he meets Sad and wan, And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, "They are gone!" | The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb. My grandmamma has said-- Poor old lady, she is dead Long ago-- That he had a Roman nose, And his cheek was like a rose In the snow; But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh.

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  • Title: Grandma's Birthday Book
  • Pictures from Grandma's 90th birthday party at Great Wolf Lodge.
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