Mary Villa, Angie and me at my 19th birthday in Cottage Grove, MN. It was 89 degrees that day and Reagan was in office. That was 30 years ago.

I get a call on my home phone
It is Mary asking me to come along.
She says to meet her at the bowling alley
She’s pregnant and really needs me.
I hop on a bus with bag for one
not realizing my adventure had just begun.
We stayed in an abandoned
building that very night,
We went through the
broken window with all our might.
Now the very next day–
We eat chocolate at grocery store and Tarjay.
That’s French for Target if you didn’t know-
now I digress, let’s move once more.
Time goes on and things come to an end-
I have to go home and leave my best friend.
It was worth it all the while-
Helping a friend who would one day have a child.
She had her baby in the fall
I came to the hospital when she did call.
Baby was so cute, cute as can be
She was the first child of my friend Mary.
Helping Mary I never did regret
As a true friend my loyalty was met.

Written by Suzae Chevalier on Feb.21,2011

Dad’s full name Charles but you can call him Chuck
he was happiest when he was driving his Truck.
Peterbilt he says is the best-he won a “Safe Driver Award” for he was above the rest.
“Best Driver Of The Year” he was named, he had his award framed.
I will always remember the smell of gas
I love the smell, it would remind me of time gone past.
A memory in time of my childhood days
I sat in Dad’s Peterbilt at Dad’s Dahlen’s truck place
Dad started the engine and honked the horn it was very loud I did learn to scorn.
Respect “Truck Drivers” for they bring food and gas home they risk their life in a storm.
Dad would go on layovers, a 3 state run through these states he had a lot of fun.
He was an efficient driver he did always state, never falling asleep even when driving late.
He talked on the phone to all of his trucker friends
they had all kinds of stories that never did end.
I remember him coming home late one night—He looked tired but had a bite.
A very efficient driver he did always state he never fell asleep when he drove real late.
He talked on the phone to all of his trucker friends, trucker stories that never did end.
I remember him coming home late one night—he looked tired but had a bite.
4 hours of sleep he said he always had, he worked in the wee hrs. he was a brave Dad.
Thanks Dad for you are very dear, cherished childhood memories that bring a tear.

Written by Suzae Chevalier on February 6, 2013