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The Florida of My Youth - My Generation
By Franklin Price
10/13/2019

Was born in mid November of nineteen forty five,
Was the last of seven siblings (only four are still alive).
Four sisters and two brothers, I was to be the last.
(I was under five years old ,when my sister Judy passed.)

World War Two was over, by the time I came to be,
Was not a Baby Boomer (began in '46 you see)
Not The Greatest Generation, that had gone off to war
I was just another baby boy to even up the score

My father born Oh-seven, and my mother nineteen ten
Too old to have another, but I'm glad they did again.
My life has been a wonder since that early Autumn morn
Part of a loving family, since the day that I was born.

The oldest one was Stuart, (Sonny to our family)
He and sister Nancy, had some ten years over me.
Then came sister Shirley, and  brother Buddy (really Earl),
Laura Gertrude (who is Trudy) and Judy was the final girl.

It's a little bit confusing, these older siblings in the game,
When I was brought to join them, they heard Frankie was my name
It's really Franklin Arthur, and its origins were bold
The first for Franklin Roosevelt; then Douglas MacArthur (I was told)

Understood the Franklin but the Arthur was a reach
I was raised a Southern Baptist, still believe in what they teach
My father a devout man, followed the Lord in word and deed
If able, helped his fellow man, if ever was a need

In his life, he built two churches, both would start with saw dust floors
In Merritt Island, Florida  is where they opened up their doors
Both still in existence, the first, the largest church round
Who would have thought that it could happen, when my father first broke ground?

After sister Judy died, five years distance was the least
To my nearest sibling, for me it was a feast.
By the time I was in Junior high, I went a little wild
All my siblings were then married and I was an only child

I got stuff that they never got, more attention, yes indeed 
Got response and satisfaction for my necessary needs
When I thought I needed more, I found work after school
“You may do with what you work for”, was the unsaid family rule

I hope you get some idea of my generation's start
Honesty was everything,  and love coming from the heart.
Work was never faulted, you earned your way, your wants to feed 
Gave of your time and money, when you could, for those in need.
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