To Hattie, with Love
In Split Log’s fields, where the tall grass swayed,
In 1935, Hattie’s roots were laid.
From farm to city, she made her way,
With grit and grace, she seized each day.
In Webb City’s warmth, with Tom by her side,
They raised their daughter Lisa, hearts full of pride.
From W.R. Grace to International Paper’s halls,
Hattie stood tall, rising to every challenge, answering all the calls.
No task too hard, no duty too great,
She faced each challenge, unafraid to tempt fate.
Her coworkers knew — dependable, strong,
Hattie’s the one you’d rely on all along.
On Elk River’s banks, with a vision so clear,
She and Tom made Kozy Kamp appear.
A haven for laughter, for rest, for delight,
They built a legacy, shining so bright.
When Delores needed care in her final days,
Hattie and Tom showed love in countless ways.
And with her gift, they honored her name,
Rebuilding their church to shine just the same.
Together with Tom, through the years they’ve grown,
A bond so deep, where love’s always shown.
Before he can speak, she finishes his line,
In harmony still, after all this time.
So here’s to Hattie, a beacon, a guide,
With heart and humor always inside.
At eighty-nine, you still inspire,
A woman of warmth, of spirit, of fire.
From Lisa and I, on this special day,
We cherish you more than words can say.
God broke the mold when you were born,
Hattie you are the elusive unicorn.
