Belvidere

Belvidere

 

Belvidere, the name sounds so peaceful

Is it not a place for your children to grow

Swinging bridge and waterfall and trails

Two scenic parks in which to spend your time

My youth from ten years of age

This is the hometown in which I was raised

No coal fields, nor mines or silk mills

Mostly factories the place people marked their time

 

From the Blue Ridge to the Black Hills

Beautiful places we pitched our tents

Chrysler Corporation, in Belvidere

This is where they built an assembly plant

Chasing a good job, good wages with benefits

Belvidere is the place where our family went

Belvidere turned out to be a good place to live

Except their winters too much cold and snow

The people good honest hard-working folks

But their winters I don’t miss

 

Mom, dad, and my big brother Larry

They do rest there now in the frozen earth

Sister Jackie who is now a Daughter of the Cloth

With husband Wayne there they do remain

Belvidere, you’re always in my heart and prayers

Your beauty and your friendliness like fresh flowers

Belvidere, a great place to rest your cares

Belvidere, still such a pretty place in my heart

Will always be a special smile upon my memories

 

I pray that all the people of the earth

Could have such fond recall

Of the places they were grown

After life’s last breath does fall

It is there I wish they plant my bones

In loving memory of the place I was grown

Such wonderful people upon God’s earth

Belvidere, the town that I called my home

Tangled And Twisted: The Belvidere Illinois F-4 Tornado

 

Tangled And Twisted

April 21st, 1967 a day that to me

In my mind, will always live in infamy

This is the day an F-4 tornado

Touched down in our hometown

Killing and injuring so many

Putting a dark spot on the history of our town

Was about four on Friday afternoon

Down the business twenty corridor it came

Striking the Chrysler Plant about shift change

The Pacemaker grocery store

Highland Hospital and the neighborhoods

But the high school with children filled buses

Buses lined up, the tornado’s wrath did vent

Many a white cross where children

Now lay in rest white stones at heads

It’s not just cars and houses

That such storms tangle and twist

The empty desks within the class

Forever a reminder of our friends

And children that we so deeply miss

Belvidere

Belvidere

 

Belvidere, the name sounds so peaceful

Is it not a place for your children to grow

Swinging bridge and waterfall and trails

Two scenic parks in which to spend your time

My youth from ten years of age

This is the hometown in which I was raised

No coal fields, nor mines or silk mills

Mostly factories the place people marked their time

 

From the Blue Ridge to the Black Hills

Beautiful places we pitched our tents

Chrysler Corporation, in Belvidere

This is where they built an assembly plant

Chasing a good job, good wages with benefits

Belvidere is the place where our family went

Belvidere turned out to be a good place to live

Except their winters too much cold and snow

The people good honest hard-working folks

But their winters I don’t miss

 

Mom, dad, and my big brother Larry

They do rest there now in the frozen earth

Sister Jackie who is now a Daughter of the Cloth

With husband Wayne there they do remain

Belvidere, you’re always in my heart and prayers

Your beauty and your friendliness like fresh flowers

Belvidere, a great place to rest your cares

Belvidere, still such a pretty place in my heart

Will always be a special smile upon my memories

 

I pray that all the people of the earth

Could have such fond recall

Of the places they were grown

After life’s last breath does fall

It is there I wish they plant my bones

In loving memory of the place I was grown

Such wonderful people upon God’s earth

Belvidere, the town that I called my home