Now I’d like to introduce this fine lot

From Papa to Doyle – the very last tot.

In going through some of my files, I found this gem, written by my brother-in-law, Paul Coover, sometime in the second half of the 1980,s.  It shows quite a bit of the family legacy (at least up to almost 1990). This gives some insight to my siblings as well as my parents and myself--Oh, and a bit about Paul as well.

My Dad says, “Now don’t be late.

Your education’s waiting at Utah State.”

So I packed my bags and “Good-bye,” I said;

Not knowing the many things that lie ahead.

 

I met a gal named Jan . . . A happy gal she be

She said “Come to the farm and meet my family.”

So I went to the farm one fine day

And learned some new words like . . . sugar beets,

Alfalfa, barley, and hay.

 

Now I’d like to introduce this fine lot

From Papa to Doyle – the very last tot.

 

“Golden”

The Dad, a farmer by profession

We’re going to give you his true definition.

The sugar beets he checked, observed and peeled.

Oh yes, there he is ‘Outstanding in his field’.

 

One day he said to me – sitting on his perch,

“How about I baptize you into ‘The Church’.”

So here I am as happy as can be

To be a part of the Gospel, Jan, and the Adams’ Family.

 

“Ruth”

The Mother, a fine cook, so much I was fed.

The true source today of my middle-aged spread.

Her humor must be mentioned in this rap,

I remember a Christmas present from her – A mighty

Jock strap.

 

“Goldie”

The spiritual giant . . . a man among men

Served a mission and succeeded in converting them.

With teaching and genealogy, he is certainly not bored.

He has a fine large family and he is Bishop his ward.

 

Brace yourself, although he’s a righteous Dude,

It’s hard to picture him swimming the canal in the nude.

 

“Lloyd”

The entrepreneur with a strong right arm

I came home one day and Jan says, “Lloyd just bought the farm.”

I’m sorry to hear that, hod did it happen?

She said, “No, you silly" – her knee she started slap’n.

 

He purchased the farm, restored and painted the barn.

The colors were questionable . . . Green and Yellow, Oh, Darn.

That was his taste when all was said and done.

All we heard was, “Trust me on this one.”

 

“Steve”

A real trooper decided for some action

Played with matches and found it hot to his dissatisfaction.

The barracks began to burn, and being a thrifty miser,

Said to Jan, “hand me the bag of fertilizer.”

 

Whoa!. . . The fire got worse, he wished he had a fan

Now we know why today Steve is not a Fireman.

 

“Janice”

What can I say, with her historical roots

Was it Bat Masterson or Davy Crockett? . . .

No, Annie Oakly Adams in her red cowgirl boots.

 

She said, “Pull” and one by one

Those clay pigeons busted up . . . I knew what she had done.

Try it Paul . . . . I said, “Oh Darn”

Because all I could hit was the broad side of that barn.

 

“Gloria”

With per perceptual vision

During the times of the clean-up mission,

“Time to clean up the dishes,” Ruth would say,

“Jan, Steve, Lloyd, Have You seen G-L-O-R-I-A?”

 

Why, she sees fit to be at the neighbor’s Door

To tidy up their house and floor.

 

“LeMoyne”

Or so it would seem is his first name

Found out what it’s like to play a different sort of game.

He would watch T.V. at a very young age

It’s no wonder he got into the video rage.

Today it’s his computer/CRT job . . . but if he had his druthers,

Would be going head to head with the ‘Super Mario Brothers’.

 

“Doyle”

In his youth was accident prone

He played so hard he twisted his knee bone.

But just one more fall he would never tire

That’s why his voice today is half an octave higher.

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Now, As I close there is one more fact to tell . . . . . .

OH MY HECK, YOU BET, THEY’RE REEELY SPECIAL!!!