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Wilson Stone shared many funny stories about his childhood with his daughter. Wilson was very, very close to his brother Walt-- they called them "Bud and Babe."
The children were also very mischievous, and when someone would do something bad, their mother Frances would line up all 5 children and demand to know who was the guilty party. When no one would admit the misdeed, Frances would wind up her black snake whip and whack them across the back of the legs. The Stone kids all learned to jump at the last possible second to avoid the whip--- all except Theora, who was perhaps not as bright as the others!
When Frances got older, she was living alone when her son-in-law "Acie" came to check on her one day. Frances didn't realize who it was and became alarmed, and shot at Acie with the pistol she kept under her pillow. At that point the family took away her guns.
This is the letter Walter Stone wrote to his family and friends about his 50th anniversary:
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 and 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
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 The Stones at their 50th anniversary  The Stones at their wedding |
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