Gene Bruce Reid

We RememberJust eighteen years next Sunday nightWhen Gene arrived just a little mite;To give us sunshine, love and cheerAnd make us glad that he was here.He grew and grew to be a manAs only healthy children can;So like our love for him grew tooAnd his greatest love I know was YOU.But ere his life seemed quite completeHe left for heaven, his God to meet;We hope he's waiting at the doorTo greet us when we reach that shore. Discovery Day in '23October twelfth in twenty-threeI wandered through the day to see;If I could find new hopes for me,Hidden beneath discovery.I lifted it up and 'lo I found,A nugget of gold so small and round;No value to strangers as they could seeBut, worth millions to me, this discovery.It fills my heart with love and peace,To see the value of the nugget increase;To a full grown man and take his standAmong the wonderful men of the land.When your day is done and body oldI hope you can look back o'er days untold;And find what I say, 'To no evil be sold,'So the world may find, that the nugget IS gold.Written by Grandmother: Nelia D. Bruce McCullaugh

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Spouse:	None listed
Children:	None listed
Grandchildren:	None listed
Parents:	Raymond Earl Reid and Thelma Beatrice Rose Reid
Siblings:	Raymond Earl Reid Jr. Barbara Lee Reid Burcham
Grandparents:	None listed