Like A Roman God Without The Curls

Uncle Rudy

Uncle Rudy & Barry Taylor

Uncle Rudy was a sailor and he served in World War II, And I think he had no problems getting girls
If you saw him in his uniform, then you would understand, he was like a Roman god without the curls.

He’d come “uphome” for holidays or to hunt for deer or duck, And he always drove a nice big car or a brand new pick up truck
He'd cruise in on the crossroad, his family in the car, A great big man with a great big heart and a great big fat cigar.

He sold cars for a living and I bet he did it well, ’Cause he sure could hold us mesmerized with the stories that he’d tell
When he’d wink and grin and walk around and wave that big cigar
He could sell ice cubes to Eskimos or real estate on mars.

He boxed while in the Navy, I was 5 when on that day, He faked a punch and covered up and let me swing away
I kicked and punched and slapped and swung, and still I couldn't hit
And he just winked and gently said “Guess you’re not ready yet”

I remember him a warm, good man , and I always will regret, That I could not make his funeral to pay my last respects...

Uncle Rudy was a sailor and he served in World War II And I think he had no problems getting girls
If you saw him in his uniform, then you would understand, He was like a Roman god without the curls.

It Doesn't Say It's Panther Piss......

David John & Gerald Elmer
Colorado Ski Trip 2001

Craig, Brinton & Hayden

Hayden At 12 Weeks

Seven Of The Eight Kids

Watching The New Television.
From Left: Doug, Susan, Laverne, Carol, Wayne, Marna on Marilyn's Lap, David At Rear

LaVerne With 21" Trout Caught In Earle's Pond

Laverne & Merel Jr.

Clifton LaVerne Hubbard: Happy Birthday

Born February 23, 1934

Uncle Earle & Dorothy Schwartz

Uncle Earle & Dorothy Schwartz

I recall Uncle Earle with his low gentle voice and the ponds and the cabins we made
He’d pay us good wages if we worked or we played and never a harsh word was said

Drove me to Fort Dix in his 53 Merc when I left home to go overseas
And he never would take anything in return and he let us do just what we pleased

We’d swim in his ponds and sometimes at night, we’d go to his cabin for beer
And talk about women and tell dirty jokes that we knew that our folks would not hear

He’d loan us his guns, his dogs and his cars and help us when ever he could
If we had a problem he’d help us decide to do what we knew that we should

He’d spot a deer from a half mile away as it lay in the tall weeds to hide
And he’d grin and he’d say “You’ll do better next time” when the shot from my rifle went wide

I'll never forget when he walked in the door at Laverne’s and then took us a aback
By saying “ A couple of weekends ago I think I had a heart attack.

About a month later, when I got the call that told us our uncle had died
I was working at Ford and when I heard the news, I went to the men’s room and cried

I’ve got of great picture, He’s holding a trout that he caught in his pond one weekend
And I think what an honor this great simple man was our Uncle and also our friend.

I recall Uncle Earle with his low gentle voice and his patience with us without end
And I think what an honor this gentle great man was our Uncle and also our friend

Uncle Earle

I've got a great picture, he's holding a trout
That he caught in his pond one weekend
And I think what a honor this gentle great man
Was our uncle and also our friend.....

In Autumn The Mountains Were Like Purple Haze That Muted Fall Colors Soaked Through.

Hayden Clark Hubbard

Hayden Clark Hubbard

Then Winter's Keen Breath Brought The Snow & White Frost And Another New Year For Us Too.

Seasons On Hubbard Hill

And the seasons would come and the seasons would go and our whole world would change with the flow

As the sharp verdant springtime resolved in soft focus as the hills drowned in summer’s warm glow

And the mountains in Autumn were like purple haze that muted fall colors soaked through

Then winter’s keen breath brought the snow and white frost and another new year for us too.