I dedicate this page to my Grandparents, Gus and Lola Christopher We are a family that not only see with our eyes but our hearts as well.

UP THE HILL WE GO

What a beautiful sight
Yes, the days come and go
But we cannot turn back time
That's why men grow old and Grandchildren grow tall
Yes, there they go up the hill, so beautiful, to school
One more day...day by day
I love sitting here and watching you four go and grow
Some of these days that will change
Will the windows grow dirty or will it be my eyes?
Or, will it be that you just grew up?
Well that day is coming
And we cannot stop it from coming to your Grandaddy
I am not old, I have just faded
That is why I look like this
We love our Grandchildren
There is one more across in the pasture
Who is he? It is Lloyd Gene Seely

Written by Grandaddy Christopher on Feb.8,1974
For his Grandchildren Lloyd Gene Seely, Debbie,Patricia, Larry, & Christopher Slawson

Empty Room

Can anything be more desolate, I wonder, or tug harder at the heart strings than a boy's silent and empty room?
Empty now, because a loved Son, is half a world away fighting in a war, loyal to his country.
One opens up an old chest and sees his things stored there that he had treasured from early boyhood and would not let you throw away, or that you wanted to keep for him.
The arrowheads, a little petrified shell, drawings of Comic book characters, sailboats, and fishing scenes, newspaper photos of football and baseball heros, Grammar school report cards,engineer's drawing tools, and U.S.Navy pamphlets.
The whole history of a boy packed away in an old chest, with countless other Mothers across the land.
I pray "God watch and keep and bless him, and bring him safely home again."

I dedicate this to my son Gordon and to all other boys in the Service across the land.
Mrs. W.G.Christopher '65

A CHILD ONCE MORE LORD Just let me be a child once more as the years go swiftly by. Momma, I never knew what it was like to play with dolls like you got to. Momma, you know way back then what it was like. But me Momma!.. Look at me! You made me grow up fast, beyond my young years. Just look at your once little girl, Momma Look what you have made me become, Momma, A woman of the night! Lord, please let me be a child once more. Written by Lola Christopher ( Age 90 ) 11-11-99 Weatherford,Tx My Grandmother wrote this one day after she had been to town and saw a woman and what looked like her daughter, both dressed the same. Halter tops and mini skirts, wild hair and nose rings. It hurt her to see it.

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