47th Anniversary, Gerald Elmer Hubbard and Mary Ann Hallenbeck
Married forty seven years, much longer than some lives
I wonder what the forces were that weaved us man and wife.
Me, disarming, she was cute, we met at Coby Tech
She later said she thought I dressed like someone from a wreck.
She came from a city and I was from the farm,
So we learned things from each other as we started arm in arm.
I told her tales of Hubbard Hill, of mountains and blue skies
And she of close Italian clans, all relatives close by.
Through long rides in the country, we drove and how we laughed
As loves first threads entwined us slow and gently in it’s grasp.
On weekends and when school was out, we always had to work
I drove the trucks and labored, she waitressed and she cooked.
Our together-times were perfect, the other times were not
And I gave her an engagement ring in a college parking lot.
In Gloversville we married, lived in Niagara Falls
And until son David came along, we really had a ball.
As first time parents we became quite stressed and tired and harried
And realized for the first time, By God, we’re really married.
But all that stress and hassle turned into days of joy
As we greatly loved the first one, then another baby boy.
Now they’ve all grown and moved away, so far, with lives with others
And through it all they’ve both remained, close friends with us, close brothers.
And after forty seven years there’s lots of things we ain’t,
But there’s one thing we’d both admit, the other ones’ a saint.
