Parents: Eddie I. Roots and Clara Maud White
Wife: Mildred I. Copeland
Step Father: Joseph B. Barton
Brother: Charley Roots
Half-brother: Lawrence Barton
Half-sister: Ethel Wingate
Half-sister: Viola Kukla
FOND RECOLLECTIONS
For Clarence A. (Bill) Roots, October 4, 1992
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Born on a homestead,
Land that was free,
Named Oklahoma,
A state it would be.
Left without a father, when you were just two,
Mother to work, what else could she do?
Brother and you were sent here and there
Whoever would keep, whoever would care.
Step-father Joe started coming around,
Then you all moved to the nice prairie town.
School and odd-jobs kept you busy all day,
Then in the summer you worked in the hay.
New brother and sisters then came to the home,
About the time you started to roam.
Life in the East held attraction for you,
Back there you went and joined the steel crew.
For nearly ten years, along the coast line,
You helped build big tanks you thought were real fine.
Back to the West to the old county seat,
And there you met a girl you thought was quite neat.
You got real aquainted for a year or two,
Then stood by the preacher and said "I do".
A girl and a boy made your life more complete,
Add them to a home, and it can't be beat.
You worked real hard, and did what you should,
A few days were bad, but most of them good.
Miles of car travel, with camping at night,
Close to a stream or on mountain height.
You have nice in-laws, so helpful and true,
Whatever you ask, they are willing to do.
Five good grandchildren you think are the best,
Then add some "greats" to fill up the nest.
For years you handled a gas repair truck,
Furnace, stove, or heater, whatever was stuck.
You've long been retired to a life of real ease,
There is no boss and you do as you please.
You've had a good life without much pain,
Lots of nice sunshine, a few drops of rain.
Hooray for you, You're ninety today.
We are all proud, we think you're Okay!
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From Mildred and family (Written by Mildred)
Wife: Mildred I. Copeland
Step Father: Joseph B. Barton
Brother: Charley Roots
Half-brother: Lawrence Barton
Half-sister: Ethel Wingate
Half-sister: Viola Kukla
FOND RECOLLECTIONS
For Clarence A. (Bill) Roots, October 4, 1992
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Born on a homestead,
Land that was free,
Named Oklahoma,
A state it would be.
Left without a father, when you were just two,
Mother to work, what else could she do?
Brother and you were sent here and there
Whoever would keep, whoever would care.
Step-father Joe started coming around,
Then you all moved to the nice prairie town.
School and odd-jobs kept you busy all day,
Then in the summer you worked in the hay.
New brother and sisters then came to the home,
About the time you started to roam.
Life in the East held attraction for you,
Back there you went and joined the steel crew.
For nearly ten years, along the coast line,
You helped build big tanks you thought were real fine.
Back to the West to the old county seat,
And there you met a girl you thought was quite neat.
You got real aquainted for a year or two,
Then stood by the preacher and said "I do".
A girl and a boy made your life more complete,
Add them to a home, and it can't be beat.
You worked real hard, and did what you should,
A few days were bad, but most of them good.
Miles of car travel, with camping at night,
Close to a stream or on mountain height.
You have nice in-laws, so helpful and true,
Whatever you ask, they are willing to do.
Five good grandchildren you think are the best,
Then add some "greats" to fill up the nest.
For years you handled a gas repair truck,
Furnace, stove, or heater, whatever was stuck.
You've long been retired to a life of real ease,
There is no boss and you do as you please.
You've had a good life without much pain,
Lots of nice sunshine, a few drops of rain.
Hooray for you, You're ninety today.
We are all proud, we think you're Okay!
----------------------------------------------
From Mildred and family (Written by Mildred)
Parents: Eddie I. Roots and Clara Maud White
Wife: Mildred I. Copeland
Step Father: Joseph B. Barton
Brother: Charley Roots
Half-brother: Lawrence Barton
Half-sister: Ethel Wingate
Half-sister: Viola Kukla
FOND RECOLLECTIONS
For Clarence A. (Bill) Roots, October 4, 1992
----------------------------------------------
Born on a homestead,
Land that was free,
Named Oklahoma,
A state it would be.
Left without a father, when you were just two,
Mother to work, what else could she do?
Brother and you were sent here and there
Whoever would keep, whoever would care.
Step-father Joe started coming around,
Then you all moved to the nice prairie town.
School and odd-jobs kept you busy all day,
Then in the summer you worked in the hay.
New brother and sisters then came to the home,
About the time you started to roam.
Life in the East held attraction for you,
Back there you went and joined the steel crew.
For nearly ten years, along the coast line,
You helped build big tanks you thought were real fine.
Back to the West to the old county seat,
And there you met a girl you thought was quite neat.
You got real aquainted for a year or two,
Then stood by the preacher and said "I do".
A girl and a boy made your life more complete,
Add them to a home, and it can't be beat.
You worked real hard, and did what you should,
A few days were bad, but most of them good.
Miles of car travel, with camping at night,
Close to a stream or on mountain height.
You have nice in-laws, so helpful and true,
Whatever you ask, they are willing to do.
Five good grandchildren you think are the best,
Then add some "greats" to fill up the nest.
For years you handled a gas repair truck,
Furnace, stove, or heater, whatever was stuck.
You've long been retired to a life of real ease,
There is no boss and you do as you please.
You've had a good life without much pain,
Lots of nice sunshine, a few drops of rain.
Hooray for you, You're ninety today.
We are all proud, we think you're Okay!
----------------------------------------------
From Mildred and family (Written by Mildred)
Wife: Mildred I. Copeland
Step Father: Joseph B. Barton
Brother: Charley Roots
Half-brother: Lawrence Barton
Half-sister: Ethel Wingate
Half-sister: Viola Kukla
FOND RECOLLECTIONS
For Clarence A. (Bill) Roots, October 4, 1992
----------------------------------------------
Born on a homestead,
Land that was free,
Named Oklahoma,
A state it would be.
Left without a father, when you were just two,
Mother to work, what else could she do?
Brother and you were sent here and there
Whoever would keep, whoever would care.
Step-father Joe started coming around,
Then you all moved to the nice prairie town.
School and odd-jobs kept you busy all day,
Then in the summer you worked in the hay.
New brother and sisters then came to the home,
About the time you started to roam.
Life in the East held attraction for you,
Back there you went and joined the steel crew.
For nearly ten years, along the coast line,
You helped build big tanks you thought were real fine.
Back to the West to the old county seat,
And there you met a girl you thought was quite neat.
You got real aquainted for a year or two,
Then stood by the preacher and said "I do".
A girl and a boy made your life more complete,
Add them to a home, and it can't be beat.
You worked real hard, and did what you should,
A few days were bad, but most of them good.
Miles of car travel, with camping at night,
Close to a stream or on mountain height.
You have nice in-laws, so helpful and true,
Whatever you ask, they are willing to do.
Five good grandchildren you think are the best,
Then add some "greats" to fill up the nest.
For years you handled a gas repair truck,
Furnace, stove, or heater, whatever was stuck.
You've long been retired to a life of real ease,
There is no boss and you do as you please.
You've had a good life without much pain,
Lots of nice sunshine, a few drops of rain.
Hooray for you, You're ninety today.
We are all proud, we think you're Okay!
----------------------------------------------
From Mildred and family (Written by Mildred)
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