In my Aunt Loraine's personal papers she has a poem my grandfather Comile wrote the day before his wedding. It goes like this.
Good Bye Boys. I'm going to get married tomorrow.
Good Bye Boys I'm going from sunshine to sorrow.
No more hanging round the parks at night.
No more staying out tell broad daylight.
I think its up to me to raise a family.
So Good Bye Boys.
My grandfathers nickname was Cam to his friends, to the family it was "Pop"
Good Bye Boys. I'm going to get married tomorrow.
Good Bye Boys I'm going from sunshine to sorrow.
No more hanging round the parks at night.
No more staying out tell broad daylight.
I think its up to me to raise a family.
So Good Bye Boys.
My grandfathers nickname was Cam to his friends, to the family it was "Pop"
In my Aunt Loraine's personal papers she has a poem my grandfather Comile wrote the day before his wedding. It goes like this.
Good Bye Boys. I'm going to get married tomorrow.
Good Bye Boys I'm going from sunshine to sorrow.
No more hanging round the parks at night.
No more staying out tell broad daylight.
I think its up to me to raise a family.
So Good Bye Boys.
My grandfathers nickname was Cam to his friends, to the family it was "Pop"
Good Bye Boys. I'm going to get married tomorrow.
Good Bye Boys I'm going from sunshine to sorrow.
No more hanging round the parks at night.
No more staying out tell broad daylight.
I think its up to me to raise a family.
So Good Bye Boys.
My grandfathers nickname was Cam to his friends, to the family it was "Pop"
