Betty Lou Long Shumway (1918 — July 12, 2010)

To all those who knew Betty Shumway,  My dear 92-year-old Mom, Betty Shumway, passed away peacefully on July 12 at 11:45 p.m. There will be a very small memorial service for her at her nursing home chapel in Peoria, AZ. The larger service will be in her birth town of Tiffin, Ohio, later this summer when her ashes will be placed alongside those of her Mother and Dad and late husband, Stanley Shumway. Thank you for all your prayers and concern at this time. Losing both parents within seven months is tough emotionally. Please share this message with others who knew Mom. 

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My Fishing Tale

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Last night as I lay sleeping, 

I had a dream so fair,

I dreamt that I went fishing, 

and a great big bass was there. 

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I dreamt that the sun was up,

The day was fair and bright,

The fish were playing in the bay.

and everything was right.

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In my dream I grabbed my fishing pole,

I jumped into the boat,

I took my can of wiggly worms,

and a red and white bobber to float.

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I drifted in a lily pads,

just as still as I could be,

I baited up my fishing hook,

and tossed it for the bass to see.

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All at once there was a splash,

that bass had taken my bait,

he pulled - I pulled,

 my heart was all a quake. 

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He jumped and danced across the lake,

I held the net in hand,

I reamed him in toward the boat,

that bass I would surely land. 

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Then he took a mighty leap,

and broke my fishing pole,

he fell into the damp, dark deep,

 and swam back in his hole. 

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Oh dear - oh me - oh golly gee,

alas - alas -alas,

I woke from my vivid dream,

 and I had no lunker bass.

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The moral of my tale is this, 

if you want to catch a fish,

get up - get out - and about,

don’t lie in bed and wish!

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