Daddy Eugene
by Evmade
From a family of girls, the one and only boy.
Baby of the family, and it seemed his Mother's joy.
She used to say, "Poor Eugene." And it was so,
Dad spoke only Swedish as to school he did go.
Worked in the boarding house store, the living they made.
He had to quit school in the fourth grade.
Dad had an auto equipment shop, one time.
A Self taught man, at Twin Ports Dairy, he did just fine.
He brought candy for us kids when pay day come.
For himself a reward, some drinks after his work was done.
Once Ma, it wasn't hard to see, of liquor,what she did think.
we did see her pouring a pint of it down the sink.
Daddy's hands to me, a life of hard work they did show.
A tough Swede on the outside, yet tender inside I know.
His love Andrea, did say, "In him there is good not bad.
Animals love him, and for the children candy he had."
He was humorous jumped around, and danced a lot.
Playing fiddle, harmonica, singing good, a treat we got.
Knocking. Hand out at the door, joking he asked,
"Have you a dime for the poor?"
So many fun things to remember, and tales of his time.
He only saw a picture of Andrea, "She is to be a wife of mine."
He so impressed Mom, as he strolled on the sand,
"This will be the man who will put a ring on my hand."
With other ladies, he had chances it seemed.
An old friend about this remarked, "Oh you know Eugene!"
There were difficult times, more good times than bad.
He did his best for us. Yes, we love and miss dear Dad.
Your daughter Evelyn Oct. 2001