A Journey from
1944 to … Now
1973-74 School Year
Our son was growing! What a boy!
And sleeping well throughout the night.
And eating Gerber’s (naught to bite!).
He brought to us continual joy.
And Joyce and I were writing hard—
Oh yes! It’s Dissertation Time!
And now I must confess that I’m
By all of that still somewhat scarred.
But Steve was such a happy child—
We took him everywhere with us,
And he would hardly ever fuss—
He sat at plays, transfixed and mild.
For teaching? This, my seventh year,
Remained much work—and so much fun.
And by the time each day was done,
I knew I’d picked the right career.
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