BC: S | S h a l e r est. January 4, 1963
FC: The Story of Us!
1: To our Parents . . . With our deepest love and gratitude, we dedicate this memoir of your lives together in celebration of your 50th Wedding Anniversary. Through these years together, you have experienced the challenges that marriage, family, and life present – some more difficult than others – and through it all, you've had each other and a love that endures. In the process, your marriage has grown stronger and you have created many precious memories, some sweet poetry, and a lifetime of happiness. There are precious few who are fortunate enough to spend 50 years in marriage to their best friend. Together, you are an inspiration and we are so blessed to have experienced the everlasting love of our parents. With All Our Love, Sally, Heidi, & Frankie
5: “It's better to give than to receive.”
7: “More than yesterday, less than tomorrow.”
8: A shrine to Frank as she patiently awaits his return
9: 101st Airborne Division | 21-Sep 7:00 AM . . . there are a lot of women here but non of them are as nice looking as you. I'm not just trying to flatter you either. . . .
10: Thank You God Twenty one years ago today A little heaven came my way. Her hair was velvet to my touch, I loved that little girl so much. With beagle eyes and cheeks like rose, I loved her from head to toes. Children she has given me. The number it adds up to three. First came Sally with delight. Then came Heidi sweet and bright. Last to come was little Frank, Who likes to play with army tanks. Four houses we've owned through the years Where we shared laughter and some tears. The first was pink, the second white, The third's assemblage was a sight. The fourth one where we live right now, Is what we wanted. Holy Cow. And through it all I'd like to say, I'd do it all again today. That little girl with beagles eyes, Is still my very cherished prize. And though i know we both have changed, To me she always looks the same. We still hold hands and cuddle tight, From early morn to late at night. Words come hard when you try to say I love you more and more each day. So I will close this little rhyme with "Thank you God that She is mine!" FWS - January 4, 1984
12: Sally 8/5/63
13: Families fill our lives with happiness and laughter leaving us memories to treasure today and forever after.
14: Heidi 8/19/68
16: Frankie 11/18/73
18: The Early Years
23: A Father's Toast to Frank and Kristy Your wedding theme is My Best Friend, And I thought you were mine. Then one day, you came home and said, "Dad, something's on my mind. I met a little blonde haired girl, Her name is Kristy Oaster. And even though I love you, Dad She and I are closer. Someday I will marry her, Because our love is true. And you will still be My Friend, Dad. But, you will be Number Two." It really didn't hit me hard, That you had found another. I did the same thing to my Dad The day I met your mother. So now that day has come to pass, And Kristy is your wife. But I'll remain your Second Friend, The whole rest of my life. Let's lift our glass and drink a toast, To Frank and Kristy! We love you both!!
24: Thanksgiving Traditions
25: "Christgiving Day will soon be here It comes around but once a year If I could only have my way, We'd have Christgiving every day."
27: Christmas memories that last a lifetime . . .
29: IT'S NOT WHAT WE HAVE IN OUR LIFE, BUT WHO WE HAVE IN OUR LIFE THAT COUNTS. - J. M. Laurence
30: It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year!
32: There is a house, a napping house, where everyone is sleeping...
34: Thoughts of the Day The coffee perks upon the stove I have the sniffles in my nose. My wife is sleeping in the bed The covers pulled around her head. The kids are playing, fighting too But that's okay, it's nothing new The snow is lying on the ground I wish I could go play a round. Instead I'll hammer, saw and nail And hop my projects do not fail. My wife will soon be up to say You must do this and that today. I'll mumble, grumble, growl, and frown Then do it all, can't let her down!
35: Ode To TheEarly Riser Lovely morning, spring has sprung. Dad got up to watch the sun. Mom & Frankie sleepyheads. Mom & Frankie still in bed. Birds are singing, winging too. Foot prints in the morning dew. Pine trees stately, standing tall. There isn't any breeze at all. Three dogs out, two come back in. What you miss, when you sleep in. And now my work I must begin. Leave mom & Frankie sleeping in. XXX OOO
36: Like Father, Like Son
37: Ode to Frank W. Shaler II By FWS 10/11/84 I know a boy his name is Frank When he is bad his Dad does spank. When he is good he's just a dream. Then Dad will buy him some ice cream. He likes to hunt and fish and trap. He learns quick too, if he just shuts his yap! Saturday is cartoon day. On the couch is where he'll lay. He thinks a shower is a small storm And socks ain't dirty 'til a week they're worn. School vacations . . . he waits for, Then two days later says, "I'm bored. There is not a thing to do! I might as well be back in school." Good or bad, he's still my boy. He is my little pride and joy!
38: A love that lasts generations . . .
40: Ode to the 18th Hole By Frank W Shaler This eighteenth hole is really neat A hole I have to say I've thought about from time to time And how east it does play. The round I've played is really great The best of my career. And though I hate to see it end It has or pretty near. Just this last hole, this 18th hole The hole I love to play. It's always been an easy hole but It looks hard today. Just hit the driver fairly straight Don't hit that dreaded hook. And when the ball does come to rest Right at the green I'll look. Away it goes although it's low I know I'll get the bird. Oh no it's heading for the SHIT, I'm such an awful nerd!
41: My second shot is not that hard I know I'll knock it dead. My third is from the sand trap, Into the flower bed. The fourth I guess I must admit Really ain't my best. It's flown into a pine tree And landed in a nest. I'll drop for 6, chip on in 6. I'll sink my putt for seven. Or maybe I'll just chip it in, Oh my that would be heaven. I've stubbed it just a little bit, It's rolling don't you know. Kerplunk it hits the flag pole And plunges in the hole. I knew this hole was easy I knew I could prevail. I only wish that I could take Four verses from this tale!
42: My Flower Garden Flower garden smelling sweet, Rich dark earth beneath my feet. Reds and greens and yellows too, Some are purple, some are blue. Crimson roses standing tall, Guarding candy tufts so small. Black Eyed Susans look around, Pedals falling to the ground. Zinnias are giants, bold. Marigolds are bright as gold. Flowers pretty as can be, Flowers beauty I can see. Color bursts before my eyes, It causes me to emit sights. I just can't help but feel this way For it is a cold and winter day. Spring will stop this winter gloom, My flower garden will then bloom.
44: I love my wife with all my heart. I pray that we will never part. Her hair is gold as it can be. I feel so good when she's with me. Her eyes are brown and sometimes sad, Especially if I've been bad. Two children she has given me, And in their eyes her love I see. If I could write a poem a day, It would take a year to say, The way I feel about my wife. She is my breath, she is my life. FWS 1970
45: the flowers are blooming
46: "My only request is that you continue to be my best friend and let me share my love with you 'til death do us part." LKS 1/4/88
47: When you're with me my heart just melts. - FWS
48: "I am nothing special, of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I've loved another with all my heart and soul and to me, this has always been enough . . . " - Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook