In November last year my parents celebrated their golden wedding.
My husband and I have written about this (very personal) poem which the six of us (his two brothers, including women and us) then recited to celebrate:
50 years have passed
since is Truels and Elke found.
we now celebrate this today ',
what pleased us all with affection.
the community to speak:
! are far from their old "
Bohmstedt is her hometown,
never moved from here continued.
your children were 3 -
girl was here none of it.
This is not at all an important consideration:
" old you are still a long way!"
beginning it was the desire
to live on the farm.
But the small farmer dying
apply to the Riet Truels to
send the weather report.
" 're old, you still a long way!"
Elke went to the home economics,
so that they do good probation.
children, kitchen, yard and house
made from their work.
Took like this duty.
" 're old, you still a long way!"
Played some cards round -
often went up to the late hour -
with different ' NEN great people that
which also were happy about it.
And no end is in sight:
! old are still far are "
mayor was' he did,
how it be father already was.
land use, the Official Committee
Truels say were for a serious must.
juror he was in court.
" 're old, you still a long way!"
crafts, Knüffeln, choir
both took it on.
chickens, ducks and the stall
grandchildren everywhere
were now in the spotlight.
" are far from their old"
Slowly we should s not part
you no longer even more disturbs
we want from all over Mouth:
" you Have love and stay healthy!"
call with confidence:
" old are still far are!"
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