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Swope News Letter 1 of 8 A.E. Swope 1870-1955 SWOPE NEWS 2007 Reunion; A date preference? Kate Swope 1870-1939 Mayme 1890-1953 Ralph 1892-1948 Elnora 1894-1997 Laura 1900-1991 Kathryn 1903-1981 Alice 1905-1985 Isabel 1908- Year 2006 No 2 August Editor Paul Swope Email paul@swopes.org OBITUARY Been meaning to contact you. My dad Skip (Walter) Webster died on June 13 after many years of frail health. He had cardiac problems and CHF and his heart finally gave out on him. He was home and my Mom found him. My family is doing fine, he had a good life; his wife, 6 children, and 12 grandchildren miss him. Take care. Keep me posted. I appreciate the contact. Debbie Webster (note – Walter and Debbie were at our reunion in 2000) AUNT ISABEL Dear Readers of the Swope News Letter, I think my son intends to tell you about the lovely surprise birthday party they gave me. It was truly great and I was truly surprised! I would like to thank all of you who sent me birthday cards. I appreciated every one. I’ll not send memoirs, but I’ll send an original poem I wrote years ago. You didn’t know I wrote poetry or at least rhymes? Well, I did way back then. Maybe your kids will enjoy this one. Anne Isabel McKeeby A DAY WITH MOTHER GOOSE Old Mother Goose feeling lonely one day Called all her children to come out to play. Humpty Dumpy was the first to arrive He’d had a great fall and was barely alive Little Jack Horner wouldn’t budge from a corner; He looked a disgrace with pie on his face Mary, usually contrary, said, “Quit being dumb, Come out quickly, and Ill give you a plum.” To get the plum and show he was quick Jack jumped over a candle stick! Little Boy Blue held hands with Bo Peep, All they talked of was his cows and her sheep. He’d left his horn where he’d fallen asleep, So his cows now were lost as well as her sheep. Georgie Porgy was having great fun Kissing the Girls and making them run. Old Mother Hubbard, her mind in a fog, Whistled in vain for her poor old dog. Shed worked in the cupboard to fin him a bone. But finding none there had come on alone. Jack and Jill still limping for a fall Crouched in a corner and had no fear at all. Peter the Pumpkin eater and old Jack Sprat Brought there two wives, both ridiculously fat. The all mad fun of Poor Old Kind Cole Who had no brown, just a pipe and a bowl. He shouted for a disk that was fit for a king, A pie of blackbirds, that would taste good and sing. Little Miss Muffet with a scowl on her face Kept yelling that spiders crawled all over the place The Old Woman who lived in a shoe Brought all her children, she had quite a few! They all ran wild like let our of a zoo