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Hiram Gensler

I was born in Kansas City, Missouri in 1923. I believe I had a normal life as a child. My main interests as a youngster were baseball and Boy Scouts. My Scoutmaster and his wife were instrumental in shaping my character as I grew up. I met Marirose in high school and we forged a lasting love that will never end. Our sixty-six years of marriage together produced many, many memories that have been the basis for my poems. Remembering and writing about these memories helped a great deal in easing the pain of losing her to Alzheimer’s disease September 15, 2008. I have lived a full life. I have been a registered Boy Scout and Scouter for sixty-five years, I was a Cement Mason for over fifty years, and I kept honeybees for over twenty-five yearsas of 2009. I am a volunteer with the NorthCare Hospice Team. NorthCare Hospice cared for Marirose her last nine months of life; I can only say great things about them and will forever be in their debt. I choose to write mostly about Marirose and our lives together. Our love grew only stronger as we survived the last days of the Great Depression and then World War II. We raised a fine family of four boys and two girls. Over the years, we built a total of five houses together, all of which Marirose turned into beautiful homes. I hope your visit to our site will be interesting and enjoyable. If so, share it with your friends and loved ones. Come back often to see what’s new.

Dear Lil, As the golden sun is setting, on your life of many years, We will remember you fondly, and shed some happy tears. Your life has been fantastic, in everything you did. You dearly loved your family, especially the little kids. You were my teacher and protector, from the time that I was born. …

Happy Birthday Neil my friend, I pray we’re friends until the end. Protect that smile and happy face, For you are one we can’t replace. You’re a joy to be around, For our circle of life needs a clown. To cheer us up when we get sad, Through all our trials, both good and bad. …

Five years have passed, since I held you last, And felt your kiss as light as a feather. Truly I say with an aching heart, I miss you now more than ever. I scan the sky as each day goes by, I see your beauty as the clouds float by. As your image is formed …

It’s not the pretty Christmas tree, all decked out so bright, It’s not the deer out in the yard, with all the pretty lights. It’s not the shopping with it’s rush, push, rush about, Buying selfish things for us, we just can’t live without. Don’t let yourself get caught up in all this shopping frenzy, …

Those fighting Panthers are on the prowl with a hiss, They want to be tops, the best that there is. They work as a team, in all that they do, To the team and each other, they’re Loyal and True. As a volleyball team, they’re something to fear, They competed like Champs, all through the …

School was out in ’42 . and we were ready to soar, An exciting life lay ahead, but the world was now at war. We lived with guidance from above, We were truly and helplessly in love. Right on the heels of the great depression, We joined the fight to save our battered nation. I …

It’s been four long years since you have passed, My heart is hurting and I feel downcast. My day is filled with thoughts of you, And of your love that’s always true. Always you are on my mind, A lovely girl, so gracious and kind. I feel your presence everywhere, And remember how much you …

He was Trustworthy, Loyal and Helpful, always in every way, Friendly, Courteous and Kind, throughout his many days. Obedient, Cheerful and Thrifty, he practiced all his life, Brave, Clean and Reverent, he eliminated many a strife. On his Honor he did his best, to serve his country and God, Lived the law of every Scout; …

This morning as the sun arose, I thought of my lovely Marirose. The longing of my lonely heart, Made my day so hard to start. Then I thought about other times, When we were young and things were fine. We were in love, we really cared, As we lived our life, our love was shared. …

I’d like to take you by the hand, And walk our paths again. Sharing memories of all we’ve done, Since our lives had first begun. We’d visit the past of years gone by, Back to our teens our minds would fly. We’d remember important little things, That we had forgotten, our hearts would sing. We’d …

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