Shelby J. Taylor
Adown the lanes of memory blooms all the joys of yesteryear,
And God gives you and me the power to make them reappear;
For we can settle back at night and live again the joys we knew
And taste once more the old delights of days
when all our skies were blue. (Edgar A. Guest)
You are not gone, just out of sight. You are our brother and we will always love you.
Jack, Alf, (Lloyd), Bill, Shelby, Moelina, Carroll & Warren





