Rubye Halstead Patterson, 75, died Wed. Dec. 31,1986 at Roanoke Memorial Hospital in Roanoke at 6:35 a.m. Mrs. Patterson, a Norfolk native, was the widow of Paul B. Patterson and a member of Ferebee Halstead United Methodist Church. Survivors include a daughter, Doris L. Patterson Watkins of Roanoke, a son, Paul Edward Patterson of Roanoke, a brother, Phillip W. Halstead of Norfolk. She has two grandchildren, Callie Sue Leona Stinnett of Roanoke, and Darlene Virginia Watson of Oregon. Also surviving are her four great grandchildren Richard Allen Woodward of Virginia Beach, Christopher Allen Patterson of Roanoke, Leonard Marvin Watson III of Oregon, and Thomas Edison Stinnett III of Roanoke. A graveside service will be conducted Monday at 1 p.m. at Forest Lawn Cemetery by Rev. Loyde M. Middleton. Hollomon-Brown Funeral Home Indian River Chapel is handling the angements. Don't Laugh At Me:
I'm a little boy with glasses, the one they call a geek
a little girl who never smiles cuz I got braces on my teeth
and I know how it feels to cry myself to sleep
I am that
kid on every playground, whose always chosen last
a single teenage mother trying to overcome her past
You don't have to be my friend if it's too much to ask
Don't laugh at me, don't call me names
Don't get your pleasure from my pain
In God's eyes we're all the same
some day we'll all have perfect Wings
Don't laugh at me
I'm a cripple on the corner
You pass me on the street
I wouldn't be out here begging if I had enough to eat
and don't think I don't notice that our eyes never meet
I lost my wife and little boy when someone crossed that yellow line
The day we layed'em in the ground was the day I lost my mind
Right now I'm down to holding this little cardboard sign
Don't laugh at me, Don't call me names
Don't get your pleasure from my pain
In God's eyes we're all the same
Someday we'll all have perfect wings
Don't laugh at me
I'm Fat, I'm thin
I'm Short, I'm tall
I'm deaf, I'm blind
Hey aren't we all
Don't laugh at me, Don't call me names
Don't get your pleasure from my pain
In God's eyes we're all the same
Someday we'll all have perfect wings
Don't laugh at me
Written by Allen:
I'm a little boy with glasses, the one they call a geek
a little girl who never smiles cuz I got braces on my teeth
and I know how it feels to cry myself to sleep
I am that
kid on every playground, whose always chosen last
a single teenage mother trying to overcome her past
You don't have to be my friend if it's too much to ask
Don't laugh at me, don't call me names
Don't get your pleasure from my pain
In God's eyes we're all the same
some day we'll all have perfect Wings
Don't laugh at me
I'm a cripple on the corner
You pass me on the street
I wouldn't be out here begging if I had enough to eat
and don't think I don't notice that our eyes never meet
I lost my wife and little boy when someone crossed that yellow line
The day we layed'em in the ground was the day I lost my mind
Right now I'm down to holding this little cardboard sign
Don't laugh at me, Don't call me names
Don't get your pleasure from my pain
In God's eyes we're all the same
Someday we'll all have perfect wings
Don't laugh at me
I'm Fat, I'm thin
I'm Short, I'm tall
I'm deaf, I'm blind
Hey aren't we all
Don't laugh at me, Don't call me names
Don't get your pleasure from my pain
In God's eyes we're all the same
Someday we'll all have perfect wings
Don't laugh at me
Written by Allen:
Rubye Halstead Patterson, 75, died Wed. Dec. 31,1986 at Roanoke Memorial Hospital in Roanoke at 6:35 a.m. Mrs. Patterson, a Norfolk native, was the widow of Paul B. Patterson and a member of Ferebee Halstead United Methodist Church. Survivors include a daughter, Doris L. Patterson Watkins of Roanoke, a son, Paul Edward Patterson of Roanoke, a brother, Phillip W. Halstead of Norfolk. She has two grandchildren, Callie Sue Leona Stinnett of Roanoke, and Darlene Virginia Watson of Oregon. Also surviving are her four great grandchildren Richard Allen Woodward of Virginia Beach, Christopher Allen Patterson of Roanoke, Leonard Marvin Watson III of Oregon, and Thomas Edison Stinnett III of Roanoke. A graveside service will be conducted Monday at 1 p.m. at Forest Lawn Cemetery by Rev. Loyde M. Middleton. Hollomon-Brown Funeral Home Indian River Chapel is handling the angements. Don't Laugh At Me:
I'm a little boy with glasses, the one they call a geek
a little girl who never smiles cuz I got braces on my teeth
and I know how it feels to cry myself to sleep
I am that
kid on every playground, whose always chosen last
a single teenage mother trying to overcome her past
You don't have to be my friend if it's too much to ask
Don't laugh at me, don't call me names
Don't get your pleasure from my pain
In God's eyes we're all the same
some day we'll all have perfect Wings
Don't laugh at me
I'm a cripple on the corner
You pass me on the street
I wouldn't be out here begging if I had enough to eat
and don't think I don't notice that our eyes never meet
I lost my wife and little boy when someone crossed that yellow line
The day we layed'em in the ground was the day I lost my mind
Right now I'm down to holding this little cardboard sign
Don't laugh at me, Don't call me names
Don't get your pleasure from my pain
In God's eyes we're all the same
Someday we'll all have perfect wings
Don't laugh at me
I'm Fat, I'm thin
I'm Short, I'm tall
I'm deaf, I'm blind
Hey aren't we all
Don't laugh at me, Don't call me names
Don't get your pleasure from my pain
In God's eyes we're all the same
Someday we'll all have perfect wings
Don't laugh at me
Written by Allen:
I'm a little boy with glasses, the one they call a geek
a little girl who never smiles cuz I got braces on my teeth
and I know how it feels to cry myself to sleep
I am that
kid on every playground, whose always chosen last
a single teenage mother trying to overcome her past
You don't have to be my friend if it's too much to ask
Don't laugh at me, don't call me names
Don't get your pleasure from my pain
In God's eyes we're all the same
some day we'll all have perfect Wings
Don't laugh at me
I'm a cripple on the corner
You pass me on the street
I wouldn't be out here begging if I had enough to eat
and don't think I don't notice that our eyes never meet
I lost my wife and little boy when someone crossed that yellow line
The day we layed'em in the ground was the day I lost my mind
Right now I'm down to holding this little cardboard sign
Don't laugh at me, Don't call me names
Don't get your pleasure from my pain
In God's eyes we're all the same
Someday we'll all have perfect wings
Don't laugh at me
I'm Fat, I'm thin
I'm Short, I'm tall
I'm deaf, I'm blind
Hey aren't we all
Don't laugh at me, Don't call me names
Don't get your pleasure from my pain
In God's eyes we're all the same
Someday we'll all have perfect wings
Don't laugh at me
Written by Allen:
