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Ruth Ann’s Mother, Marie Suhrbier

A dear lady there in Wilson Creek, sweet, gentle and so kind,

lost her son, her house and husband, but she never lost her mind.

Sadly---out on the family farm, Marie lost her only son.

Ken was in his teens, so handsome, honest, full of fun.

It humbled each and everyone, in our little town, quite small.

One couldn’t find a dry eye, young or old, as I recall.

Then---just two very short years later, came the ‘57 flood.

It filled our town with water, it covered everything with mud.

Marie’s home was washed away, it sat crooked, at a tilt.

It was totally destroyed,...