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Walter Augustus I Stone
b.10 Mar 1873 Greenville, Wayne, Missouri, USA
d.7 Jul 1955 Hawthorne, Los Angeles, California, USA
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m. 28 Mar 1872
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m. 23 Feb 1896
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Moved back to Boise, ID in 1914. The government offered him land in OK if he wished to claim his Native American history, but he wanted nothing to do with it. He was always embarrassed by the connection. ~Telephone interview with Stephany Stone. They raised their children in a Baptist church. ~Telephone interview with Connie Eggers L.A. Feb. 11, 1946 Well, our Golden Wedding anniversary nears and happily we begin another fifty years; Tho we may not last through this second span We'll "do our durndest" to go as far as we can. There'll be no party on this anniversary event And prefer neither presents nor flowers be sent; We are too far apart to get together, anyway, So let it pass "as is"-just another good day. In the "old gay nineties," half century ago, We were married in Boulder, Colorado, The prettiest town, the prettiest mountains nad rills And the "purtiest" couple in "them thar hills." But, if friends of those days could see us now They'd gaze agape and aghast, wondering how Time wrought such havoc in front of our ears And made us this homely in only fifty years. I may soon carry a cane wherever I go For my legs are too wobbly to support my torso; Now I seldom venture far from home by ped Lest my scrawny neck fails to hold up my head. I'm shriveled and shrunken as "Prospector Sandy," I'm a dehydrated double for Mahandas Gandhi, I'm a decrepit, dilapidated, antiquated "has been" But a powerful man for the shape I'm in, Now for a bird's eye view of how Mom appears After our partnership together these fifty years; Tho her grace and physique may not be so trim There is more of her now than when she was slim Her silver-white hair and furrowed brow Adds a charm and glory to her features now; Tho time stoops her shoulders and droops her head She is dearer to me now than when we were wed. As I look at her today, from bottom to top, I see jokes about her age would be a flop; For she is still as fair to me now in 1946 As when we were young back in 1896. We've lived together so long, I'd wager a bun, Our gizzards and hearts now beat as one; So when either is summoned to turn up his toes, Then it won't be long before the other one goes. So, the old gray pair "aint what they used to be", We lack the pep we possessed at twenty-three; We are weaker but wiser and still remain good After living fifteen years around Hollywood. We've never accumulated much worldly wealth But I thank The Lord for our family and health And for a loving companion during all these years And for sparing us all through these trial and cares. ~W. A Stone Image Gallery
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