Eugene and Martha Boggs - 50 Years Together

50 Years Together

-June 12, 1963 Eugene Boggs and Martha Isaacs were married by Rev. Mac Couch in Waynesville at the corner of 3rd St. and Franklin Rd in the home of our grandparents, Martin and Edna Boggs.

-50 years ago this week Mom and Dad started their life together.

-It has been an exciting ride.

-During their Second year of marriage they bought their first car. A big yellow 1960 Dodge. Dad could drive home from Norfolk and go back for $5!

-Before that, he hitchhiked back and forth many, many times including for their wedding.

-At the end of their second year Dad was honorably discharged from the navy.

-And the years just kept flying by!

-Work, play, vacations, camping trips, ball games, hunting, fishing, family time and church.

-In their Eleventh year their fourth child was born, completing Three sons and One daughter.

-By year twenty five they had two daughters in law and a granddaughter.

-By year Thirty they had added a son in law and another granddaughter.

-By their Fortieth year they had another daughter in law, and five more grandchildren.

-50 years Dad and Mom have given of their time, talent and treasure.

-They have been givers and not takers.

-They have been great examples to us kids.

-Their marriage is ordinary.

-They are real people with real life problems.

-But it has been an extraordinary in that they have persevered 50 years!

-After 50 years Mom and Dad like nothing better than having their family gathered together, eating and visiting at Dad's barn.

-They go to church together and serve the Lord together.

-We are blessed with great parents.

-We are blessed with a happy family.

-Thanks Mom and Dad.

-We love you.

My sister, Theresa and my sister in law Holly worked so hard to bring all the ingredients together so we could celebrate Dad and Mom's anniversary in style. The did most of the planning and brought everybody into their places and pulled it all off without a hitch. It really was a great day!

Here are a bunch of pictures of the 50th Anniversary dinner for my parents this past Saturday.

Almost everything is ready.

The crowd starts coming in.

Cutting the cake.

A great crowd.

Odie will have some more pictures from her camera.

Sunday morning we preached at Dodd's and then went to Acapulco.

Sunday night we preached at our home church, Dryden Rd.

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Father's Day 2013 - Eugene Boggs

We had a terrific day with Mom and Dad at the dinner for their 50th wedding anniversary. It was a special day filled with lots of laughs, old memories, good friends and terrific food. I will try to post pictures and more about it tomorrow.

I hope to be in service with my Dad on Father's Day this morning. It is sure to be a special day.  I might even be able to talk him into letting me treat him and mom to Acapulco this afternoon. What an awesome Father's Day.

For my Dad, Eugene Boggs, I am re-posting my Father's Day post from a couple of years ago. I love you Papa Bear!

Davy

I wrote this many years ago in honor of my Dad, Eugene Boggs. It was published in 2001 in my little book, "When I Fall, Can I Get Up" but has been out of print for several years.  I thought Father's Day would be a great time to revive this so here it is. I hope you enjoy it. 

You have my permission to print or post this as long as it is used in its entirety, not for profit and proper credit is given.

If you are reading this, Dad, you are still my hero.  God bless you and I love you.
Davy

Eugene Boggs at Carter Caves in Kentucky 2009

You Taught Me

Dad, you bought me a bike when I was three and taught me how to ride.

You pushed a while and then let go, I thought you were beside.

You said I picked it up real quick and said I went fast too.

Dad, my only dream when I was young was to go half as fast as you.

You taught me how to bat and how to throw a ball.

While others came to play the game, You said “son, give it your all”.

I loved it Dad when the crowd would scream, “hit it out of here”.

But, Dad, I hit that ball with all my might just to hear you cheer.

You taught me how to swim and dive.  We had so much fun.

You’d bury me up to my neck in the sand and bake me in the sun.

You’d throw us in and jump in too, we’d scream and splash and shout.

When the sun went down and we had to go home, you had to nearly pull us out.

Playing football in the fall, I’d run and push and fight.

I’d work all week and kill myself to play on Friday night.

Every game I’d push the limit trying to do my best.

You were standing at the thirty-yard line, I wanted to pass your test.

You taught me how to work, Dad, although I didn’t like it then.

You taught me the value of a hard days work, when to save and when to spend.

You taught me to respect other people and how to put others first.

To say sir and mam, please and thank-you, to see people at their best and not their worst.

There’s one thing you’ve taught me often, Dad, that I’ve been slow to learn.

“Take care of the name I’ve given you son, It’s something I’ve had to earn.”

There’s been several times, through the years, when my head’s hung in shame.

When I’ve drug the name you’ve given me through the mud. I know it’s caused you pain.

But you’ve been faithful to me, through the good times and the bad.

When you should have left me in defeat, You’ve been there for me Dad.

You were there to pick up the pieces, though I lost when I should have won.

The greatest thing you’ve taught me Dad is how deeply you love your son.

The bats and balls and other things have faded in the past.

I’m trying to trade these temporal things for something that will last.

I’m sure I’ve got a lot to learn.  I’ve only just begun.

But the greatest thing you’ve taught me, Papa, is how deeply The Father Loves His sons.

                                                                                                                        Davy Boggs