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To my wife, Rose

....It has been said....

A rose, is a rose, is a rose,

but it surely is not true,

There's never been, nor will there be,

another Rose like you.

I may not say what you deserve,

as often as I should,

at flowery words and compliments,

I'm really not so good.

But in your understanding way,

I feel sure that you know,

how much you really mean to me,

and that I love you so.

By Valton, October 17, 2000

To My Son Bill

"A Little Boy Called Man"

From Daddy

Fifty years ago today , you were born in Lutcher Ann,

although we named you Billy Charles, I've always called you Man.

Your start in life was a rocky one when a malady began,

Major surgery the only choice, to make you well again.

We worried and we prayed to God to guide the surgeons hands,

he answered prayer and spared the life, of "A Little Boy Called Man".

I remember when your favorite toys were kitchen pots and pans.

you seemed to be contented, just to have one in your hands.

Of going to McFadden Beach and playing in the sand,

when you went in in the water, I would yell, Not To Far Man!

Playing baseball in the yard, learning how to catch and throw,

if I could live life over, I would never push you so.

I remember your first full-sized bike, a J.C. Higgins grand,

it's horn and lights and mirror, thrilled "A Little Boy Called Man".

With Bob perched on it's luggage rack and training wheels in place,

up and down the driveway, Kay and Tadpole you would race.

When you were a little boy, Davey Crockett was your man,

we took you to the Alamo, where he made his last stand.

With coonskin cap and buckskin pants, toy pistol in each hand,

strutting through that Alamo, went "A Little Boy Called Man".

When pulling you on water skis, so fast it took your breath,

mother mad at both of us, for scaring her to death!

And as we skied Lake Hamilton, while teaching Barbara Ann,

who swam for miles and mile to help? "A Little Boy Called Man".

When we crossed the Neches River, in a Pirogue much to small,

a tanker came by in the fog, and almost drowned us all!

Duck hunting in the marsh so cold, me wishing for dry land,

You and Terry Forging on, Me calling, Wait Up Man!

Upon high school; graduation, a long trip was your plan,

Bill Snelling would go with you, the USA to span.

You loaded your Volkswagen, with food and cooking pans,

warm clothes, a tent, and sleeping bags, you should have had a Van!

Nine thousand miles of travel, about forty one night stands,

six weeks for me to worry, about "A Little Boy Called Man"

Then we took you to Texas Tech, so very far away,

the hardest thing we ever did, was leave you there that day.

But pretty soon we got the news, your grades were of the best,

we couldn't wait to tell our friends, our kin and all the rest.

I would take that Deans List Notice, for everyone to scan.

and proudly point to that G.P.A. of "A Little Boy Called Man".

I remember you came home one time, we were fishing Lake Sabine,

we were catching Speckled Trout that day, like I had never seen.

I just leaned back against the bow, took Mountain Dew in hand,

put down my rod and reel to watch, "A Little Boy Called Man".

And when you met a pretty girl, who took you by the hand,

I think that she said to her self, He's gonna be My Man!

We could not have been happier when Marry joined our Clan,

but as I watched you exchange vows, I saw "A Little Boy Called Man".

When Aaron burst forth on the scene, our hearts were filled with joy,

to know we had a grandson, you had a baby boy.

Two years later news came forth, and went throughout the land,

beautiful little Paige was born, our family to expand.

As we look back on fifty years, world's riches we've not had,

but the good things that have come our way, far outweigh the bad.

So as mother's love goes out today, to Bill and Barbara Ann,

mine goes to a Little Girl Called Bob, and "A little Boy Called Man".

Have a Happy Birthday November 14, 1999

Love, Daddy

To My Daughter Barbara

"My Little Girl"

From Daddy

Although you're forty-three today, you're hair a different curl,

Every time I look at you, you're still "My Little Girl".

When you were born and mom awoke, and I was sitting there,

the first thing that I said was, it's a girl and she's got hair!

We chose the name of Barbara Ann for such a "Little Pearl",

though I usually called you Bob, you've been "My Little Girl".

I remember when we took you home that February day,

Billy stood and looked at you, did not have much to say.

But later on he showed his love in a very special way,

It happened at Mr.'s Lambrights Kindergarten School one day.

Each child could bring a visitor, Mom would take you as his guest,

make her a pretty dress he said, she will be the prettiest!

You took your vitamins one time and "flushed" them in a swirl,

although I did not approve, you were still "My Little Girl".

Remember playing in the yard with Tadpole, Paul, and Kay,

John Raymond, Sherry, Mickey, Billy Charles, and Donald Ray?

There was Nancy, Bonnie, Dwaine, and Butch, and just across the way,

was Poopie, Marci, Honey, and then along came Jay.

Before the day was over, Craw-Dad clods someone might hurl,

I don't know which one did it, surely not "My Little Girl"

I remember your first telephone, we had expected it all day,

Jean and Jimmy helping us by keeping you away.

They finally came to hook it up, it was late on Christmas Eve,

needless to say your daddy, was beginning to get peeved!

But when they finally got it in and Jimmy brought you home,

we still had time to exchange gifts, and call you on "Your" Phone.

It was a big surprise to you, not one word had been said,

about your private telephone that was hid beneath your bed.

We told you to go to your room and look for your surprise,

when it rang you found it, could not believe your eyes.

You picked it up and answered it and shouted out with glee,

I dint know who was happier, "My Little Girl" or me.

And when you entered High School, and became an Indianette,

I almost popped my buttons, but you were not through yet.

You would enter one more contest, they were to choose the very best,

To be the Captain over the Lieutenants and the rest.

When try-outs were over, our back door you came through,

with Ronnie grinning from ear to ear, we knew they had chosen you.

When you led them onto the field, and The Twirlers began to twirl,

a man in Section D would YELL , "THAT'S MY LITTLE GIRL".

By then you were a grown up girl, and had began to date,

We had one understanding, you were not to stay out late.

You fell in love with Ronnie Ben, who was your "Special Beau",

but when he asked me for your hand, I answered with a NO!!!

Later on I changed my mind, and walked you down the Isle,

I think Mother shed a tear, I tried to force a smile.

You brought Jobi, Ben, and Katy, precious children to this world,

you're a mother three times over, but you're still "My Little Girl".

Now I'm with mom in Rayburn Country, living life with ease,

playing golf and fighting fires, doing mostly as I please.

If we want to take a trip we do, we travel far and near,

but when we get back home we know, there's lots to be done here.

As you well know we're on the go, we're always in a whirl,

but I have time to thank my God, for you "My Little Girl".

As mom and I sit here today, we hope that you and Bill,

know just how much we love you both, and that we always will.

Have a Happy birthday, February 1, 1997

Love, Daddy

A Tribute To My Sister

(Texialene (ToTo Robinson)

With her great-grandchildren

Philippians 4:11 "

Not that I speak in regard for need,

for I have learned in whatever state I am, therewith to be content"

Throughout most of To-To's life, pain and suffering was to be,

but through it all I never hear her ask the Lord, Why Me?

It started as a young adult, a crippling malady,

a deteriorating spine,caused her pain and misery.

She lost two children in the prime of life, Juanell and R.B.

although it grieved her greatly, she never asked Why Me?

The headaches came, her back pains increased, to the point of agony,

she would tell us of her aches and pains, but never ask Why Me?

When Oscar's health begin to fail, out of necessity,

they moved to Beaumont Texas, near Nedra's family.

Although she left her home and friends and church activity,

she now had great grandchildren, to sit upon her knee.

She could not walk, or even stand, to fill their every plea,

but she could hold them in her arms, and never ask Why Me?

In nineteen hundred ninety-nine quiet unexpectedly,

she lost her husband Oscar, who had served her faithfully.

This may have been her greatest loss, but quiet surprisingly,

she called upon her strength again, and never asked Why Me?

She's now gone to a better place, from pain and sorrow free,

to live with Jesus and the blessed, throughout eternity.

Brother, 11-25-2000

To My Sister Gina

On her 80th Birthday

"Cream Rises To The Top"

Our parents always taught us, as children on the farm,

do what you can for others, and never cause them harm.

What ever things in life you do, teach school or farm a crop,

the end result will always be, “Cream rises to the top”.

In nineteen hundred twenty four on August twenty-nine,

a little baby girl was born, three years before my time.

It’s rumored when she learned to talk, her mouth would never stop,

but soon the ones who knew her saw, “cream rising to the top”.

Her college education was the first and only one,

of four children in our family, three daughters and one son.

From there she started teaching school, at which she was no “flop”,

An educator forty years, “Cream rises to the top”.

Helping others is her goal and has been all her life

she’s volunteered where needed, yet made H a perfect wife.

If she’s needed by another, to cook or push a mop,

if she knows the need she'll be there, “Cream rises to the top”.

Like her mother gone before her, one thing they did achieve

to practice Jesus’ teaching, rather give than to receive.

She gives her self for others, never knowing when to stop,

she will never take repayment, “Cream rises to the top”.

I could continue this for ever and would still not cover all

there’s so many things she’s done for me, and others I recall.

So as I close there is, one hint that I will drop,

In My Sister Gina Mathews, “Cream Has Risen To The Top!”

by Brother

August 29, 2004

"Hubert And Bertie Mae"

Taken on their 65th Wedding Anniversary

"Remembering Hubert and Bertie Mae"

by Jobe

When we moved here ten years ago

I thank God for the day,

That we met Hubert Whitehead,

And his wife Bertie Mae.

They were the kind of people

You could tell right from the start,

Who's love would like a magnet

Draw you to them from the heart.

As I sit here with pen in hand

Perhaps I can recall,

Some good times shared together

That mean so much to all.

I remember Bertie telling Bill

Say what you have to say,

But get it said by twelve o'clock

Cause The Cowboys play today!

I remember Hubert's gardens

The one's he shared with all,

Peas, and beans, and turnip greens,

Tomatoes six feet tall.

Him bringing Rose huge cantaloupes

and with a grin he'd say,

I would have brought some big ones

but they're for Bertie Mae.

We have laughed and cried together

We have worked and we have played,

We've shared Sunday meals together

We have sang and we have prayed.

We've enjoyed ice-cream parties

Played fourty-two at night,

Watched Dallas win three Super-Bowls

To Jobe and Bertie Mae's delight..

I suppose the fondest memory

That I have of these two,

Was their love for one another

And the God that they served true.

Now Hubert has been called away

By our great God on high,

To live with him forever

In that mansion in the sky.

So Bertie let me say to you

Let every tear be dry,

For we know if we are faithful

We will live there by and by.

"I Remember When"

by Valton Jobe

Another year has come and gone

and time is drawing near,

For the Jobes and all their kinfolks

to meet again this year.

We will meet this year in Sulphur Springs

at the Inn just east of town,

it's on old highway sixty-seven, and easy to be found.

We'll spin some yarns and tell some jokes

We'll laugh and some may cry,

when we begin to reminisce of things in days gone by.

We'll eat the food that's been prepared

We'll drink a coke and then,

we're bound to hear somebody say

"I Remember When"!

I remember when we were growing up

on a Hopkins County Farm,

Picking cotton, gather'n corn, hauling hay to the barn.

The girls would gather up the eggs the boys would slop the hogs,

our mother cooking biscuits, daddy chopping fireplace logs.

I remember when the winters cold and March winds had passed by,

a happy bunch of kids we were, cause "bare-foot" days were nigh.

Church Meetings in the summertime school plays in the Fall,

it didn't matter where they were we tried to make them all.

And at the close of school each year there's one thing we all knew,

almost everyone of them had a "Hopkins County Stew".

I remember planting crops each year and tilling them with care,

Boll-Weavels or an overflow leaving fields completely bare.

Picking ripe blackberries down by a creek or slough,

covered up with chiggers by the time that we were through.

I remember crossing Caney Creek on a foot-log much to small,

but we were rough and tough back then,

"So What' If we should fall!

Will anyone remember when they caught the Itch at school,

or spending Sunday afternoon in a creek or muddy pool?

Playing hop-scotch, spinning tops, pitching horseshoes too,

playing jacks on the floor at night?, not much else to do.

To the younger generation these memories won't mean much,

you may not understand because you've not experienced such.

But someday when you're growing old,

and with you're loved ones meet,

the memories that you recall,will be to you as sweet.

And when you come together with your family and kin,

you're sure to hear somebody say,

"I Remember When"!

"Proud To Be A Scott"

by Valton Jobe

As we gather in 2000, July weather may be hot,

But many in our mist can say, I'm Proud To Be A Scott.

I remember hard times growing up, farming our small plot,

but we were better off than some, I'm Proud To Be A Scott.

I remember those hot summer nights, sleeping outside on a cot,

cooking on the old wood stove, washing clothes in a black wash-pot.

And on those cold, cold winter nights, to the toilet we would trot,

use a Sears and Robuck Catalog, but I'm Proud To Be A Scott.

I remember hunting with our dad, who was an expert shot,

we always had fresh game to eat, from the skillet piping hot.

Both parents working in the field, to work hard was their lot,

they always sacrificed for us, I'm Proud To Be A Scott.

Several gathered here today, don't wear the name of Scott,

Their name was changed in marriage, is the reason they do not.

There's Beadle, Payne, Wommack, Rhodes and Jobe,

Hatch and McIllwain "A Lot"!

But somewhere their ancestors, were Proud To Be A Scott.

On July 11th of 48, Rose and Valton tied the knot,

we've not had all life's riches, no plane or fancy yacht.

But fifty-two years have now gone by, and I write this from my heart,

Of all the girls in this wide world, I'm proud mine was a Scott!

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