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The Legacy of Ain't Barbie By Franklin Price 03/23/2022 “Ain't Barbie” was her handle, Barbara Price her married name She was my wife, for most my life, this is how she played the game Her roots were from the North and South, Popovits, her father's side Her mother's, Crapse, from South Caroline, our lives together quite the ride. Her father was a baker, as was his dad before Mother was a secretary; it's not called that any more Her childhood was upheaval. She was the oldest one of two When her parents fought and argued, neither one knew what to do. They moved around from town to town, sometimes fleeing in the night Leaving everything behind while continuing to fight Barbara was a youngster when her mom told her this plan “Be able to care for yourself, you can always get a man” Her father thought he was the one, thought he was a manly stud Just one woman, not for him, faithfulness not in his blood Their divorce was finally final, when my Barbara was a teen Her mother worked at KSC, stress came quickly to the scene Barb searched for love, she thought was lost, to put her feet back on the ground Began running with the wild crowd, did not know where she was bound When she was only sixteen, she found her period was missed She was with child, for she was wild, and much more than just kissed. He did right and married her, gave their child his name, of course They moved up near Paris Island. He was a member of the force. Randi died before a year, she was diagnosed with SIDS Thought all was lost, they soon divorced, for they were only kids. Barbara returned to Florida where her mother took her in She got married soon thereafter, trying to begin again Danielle was born in '68 on twenty-six July I was still in Vietnam. I would meet them by and by She went to work at KSC. Here mom helped to get her work Her second husband cheated and he also was a jerk I met him first, I worked with him, also at KSC God had a hand in all of this. In sixty-nine, she married me. We began the final story when we said our vows for life For more than half a century, I loved her dearly as my wife We did everything together, traveled the world both far and wide Thousands of miles we rode on Harleys, she was always by my side Barbara was a high school drop-out, smart in everything she did Got her GED when older, when she no longer was a kid Thought up and and ran a business, was a real life entrepreneur Her friend and partner, Cindy, still is running it, I'm sure Barb was the Queen of trivia, for she read voraciously Novels and Newspapers, even got things from TV She remembered everything, and when she didn't have a doubt, She'd come out with my favorite phrase, “I may be wrong”, she'd often tout When she said those words of knowledge, that you did not want to hear You may as well relent right then, if your opinion was not clear. If you thought that she was wrong, you better google it right then If you thought you could confront her, you most likely would not win Her heart was full of love and kindness, everyone around her knew Her ethics were astounding, they were always showing through Laws were made for everyone, we must follow them each day If they're wrong, then we must change them, and not look the other way She said her prayers every night, thanked Christ Jesus for the day She believed in Christianity, It was in her, there to stay She knew that Christ died on the cross, He was in Heaven to receive Our sinful souls, we have on earth, if we only just believe. As a wife, a lover and a friend, she was the best that there could be I was a witness, as her husband, she was all those things to me She was a loving, caring mother, to our only child Danielle All you have to do is ask her, I'm sure she has some tales to tell When Dani's children came along, Barb was the best grand mother too. She held them and she nurtured them as good granny's often do She spoiled them and taught them as they grew from day to day Passed along her thoughts of life, as they moved along the way Now they are grown and on their own, and when they are looking back, They see the rails, she helped to lay, to keep them on the track She showed them by example, not to do just what she said To appreciate the basics, food to eat, roof overhead Love and caring most of all, should be a two way street Sharing life with friends and family and with everyone you meet Always giving of yourself, for that's what you should do Those to whom it really matters will return that love to you Her legacy ain't Barbie, not a doll without a brain If you don't agree with me, you did not know her, missed the train What a loss it was for you, she had the looks, also the mind God brought us to each other, we believed, and were not blind Now Barb is up in Heaven and she's looking down at me Hope she agrees with what I've written, of what I think her legacy I will say more in the future, but for now I think I'm done Her monicker, “Ain't Barbie”, she adopted just for fun.

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The Legacy of Ain't Barbie By Franklin Price 03/23/2022 “Ain't Barbie” was her handle, Barbara Price her married name She was my wife, for most my life, this is how she played the game Her roots were from the North and South, Popovits, her father's side Her mother's, Crapse, from South Caroline, our lives together quite the ride. Her father was a baker, as was his dad before Mother was a secretary; it's not called that any more Her childhood was upheaval. She was the oldest one of two When her parents fought and argued, neither one knew what to do. They moved around from town to town, sometimes fleeing in the night Leaving everything behind while continuing to fight Barbara was a youngster when her mom told her this plan “Be able to care for yourself, you can always get a man” Her father thought he was the one, thought he was a manly stud Just one woman, not for him, faithfulness not in his blood Their divorce was finally final, when my Barbara was a teen Her mother worked at KSC, stress came quickly to the scene Barb searched for love, she thought was lost, to put her feet back on the ground Began running with the wild crowd, did not know where she was bound When she was only sixteen, she found her period was missed She was with child, for she was wild, and much more than just kissed. He did right and married her, gave their child his name, of course They moved up near Paris Island. He was a member of the force. Randi died before a year, she was diagnosed with SIDS Thought all was lost, they soon divorced, for they were only kids. Barbara returned to Florida where her mother took her in She got married soon thereafter, trying to begin again Danielle was born in '68 on twenty-six July I was still in Vietnam. I would meet them by and by She went to work at KSC. Here mom helped to get her work Her second husband cheated and he also was a jerk I met him first, I worked with him, also at KSC God had a hand in all of this. In sixty-nine, she married me. We began the final story when we said our vows for life For more than half a century, I loved her dearly as my wife We did everything together, traveled the world both far and wide Thousands of miles we rode on Harleys, she was always by my side Barbara was a high school drop-out, smart in everything she did Got her GED when older, when she no longer was a kid Thought up and and ran a business, was a real life entrepreneur Her friend and partner, Cindy, still is running it, I'm sure Barb was the Queen of trivia, for she read voraciously Novels and Newspapers, even got things from TV She remembered everything, and when she didn't have a doubt, She'd come out with my favorite phrase, “I may be wrong”, she'd often tout When she said those words of knowledge, that you did not want to hear You may as well relent right then, if your opinion was not clear. If you thought that she was wrong, you better google it right then If you thought you could confront her, you most likely would not win Her heart was full of love and kindness, everyone around her knew Her ethics were astounding, they were always showing through Laws were made for everyone, we must follow them each day If they're wrong, then we must change them, and not look the other way She said her prayers every night, thanked Christ Jesus for the day She believed in Christianity, It was in her, there to stay She knew that Christ died on the cross, He was in Heaven to receive Our sinful souls, we have on earth, if we only just believe. As a wife, a lover and a friend, she was the best that there could be I was a witness, as her husband, she was all those things to me She was a loving, caring mother, to our only child Danielle All you have to do is ask her, I'm sure she has some tales to tell When Dani's children came along, Barb was the best grand mother too. She held them and she nurtured them as good granny's often do She spoiled them and taught them as they grew from day to day Passed along her thoughts of life, as they moved along the way Now they are grown and on their own, and when they are looking back, They see the rails, she helped to lay, to keep them on the track She showed them by example, not to do just what she said To appreciate the basics, food to eat, roof overhead Love and caring most of all, should be a two way street Sharing life with friends and family and with everyone you meet Always giving of yourself, for that's what you should do Those to whom it really matters will return that love to you Her legacy ain't Barbie, not a doll without a brain If you don't agree with me, you did not know her, missed the train What a loss it was for you, she had the looks, also the mind God brought us to each other, we believed, and were not blind Now Barb is up in Heaven and she's looking down at me Hope she agrees with what I've written, of what I think her legacy I will say more in the future, but for now I think I'm done Her monicker, “Ain't Barbie”, she adopted just for fun.