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At a Paul Jones in 1960 was the start, at the HermanSons Hall she stole his heart. Her twenty told Adolph Hoffner when to stop Ooh! He was handsome and a cotton top. It starts with a soft shoe, or a boogie beat he twirls her around up out of her seat, off they go to the smooth dance floor he pulls her in, to throw her out once more. He smiles, she radiates, all so natural, the two step, the jitterbug, having a ball! So fluid and together like poetry in motion, Number 9 was his favorite love potion. About ten years later, it would be, back at the dance hall he and she. Me and my two sisters all around their feet happy and singing to the country beat. Then he'd pick us up, daughters all three and a dancing family we would be! Baby sister on his shoulders, us on each hip, mom had his hand and could still get a dip. He'd spin us all around as if we were one, I can't remember ever having so much fun! Sore feet, out of breath, on into the night never remember them ever having a fight. Dancer's move back, some room to give Encore! More! for them to dance is to live!!! The smells were "Charles of the Ritz", and "Old Spice", it used to blend so very nice. The Texas Tophands were the band that first night that he took her hand. That's how she hooked him, she would say, bribed a whistler, to look her way, blew the whistle, so that he would stop and be her partner, spin her like a top! He's been her partner now for 48 years had her hand through laughter and tears. As their daughter I just wanted to say, Happy Anniversary! Have a wonderful day.
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Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 8:25 PM UTC
BRYAN & DEE FAHRIG
At a Paul Jones in 1960 was the start, at the HermanSons Hall she stole his heart. Her twenty told Adolph Hoffner when to stop Ooh! He was handsome and a cotton top. It starts with a soft shoe, or a boogie beat he twirls her around up out of her seat, off they go to the smooth dance floor he pulls her in, to throw her out once more. He smiles, she radiates, all so natural, the two step, the jitterbug, having a ball! So fluid and together like poetry in motion, Number 9 was his favorite love potion. About ten years later, it would be, back at the dance hall he and she. Me and my two sisters all around their feet happy and singing to the country beat. Then he'd pick us up, daughters all three and a dancing family we would be! Baby sister on his shoulders, us on each hip, mom had his hand and could still get a dip. He'd spin us all around as if we were one, I can't remember ever having so much fun! Sore feet, out of breath, on into the night never remember them ever having a fight. Dancer's move back, some room to give Encore! More! for them to dance is to live!!! The smells were "Charles of the Ritz", and "Old Spice", it used to blend so very nice. The Texas Tophands were the band that first night that he took her hand. That's how she hooked him, she would say, bribed a whistler, to look her way, blew the whistle, so that he would stop and be her partner, spin her like a top! He's been her partner now for 48 years had her hand through laughter and tears. As their daughter I just wanted to say, Happy Anniversary! Have a wonderful day.
My parents met in 1961 at the Herman Sons Dance Hall in San Antonio Texas.; Married 9/2/1961. They have three beautiful daughters, and many happy years.; A poem to celebrate your love. Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad.
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Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 8:25 PM UTC
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