Fred Bratcher
Date of birth: 17-04-1921
Date of death: 18-12-1998
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This page is dedicated to my Daddy, Fred Bratcher. Please add your thoughts,comments or photos.

This page is dedicated to my Daddy, Fred Bratcher. Please add your thoughts,comments or photos.

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Shirley Schultz

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  • 5 years, 9 months
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    I MISS MY DADDY..

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    6 years, 9 months
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    created memory in Fred Bratcher

    When Fred would come here , we had the cottonelle with oil in it. Fred would be chewing tobacca and wiping his mouth with that toilet paper ,griping that his face was greasey, i remember, Reba tooting and Fred saying huh, what did you say, so many funny and good memories, he was a fine man, that people respected. he loved to eat ice cream every night . out of the carton.

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    6 years, 9 months
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    created memory in Fred Bratcher

    Remember how he knew if someone had been there by looking at the gravel in the drive way. Now that's a serious talent.. There was nothing getting by him. I loved to walk to church with him he was always so happy to take you anywhere.

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    6 years, 9 months
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    I remember him telling me,
    " scratch that foot". I remember overalls, and tobacco twists. Gar heads hanging from his shed. I remember him letting me mess with his ole bird dog mike. But what I remember most is that even though I wasn't his blood grandson, he always treated me as if I was. I wish I could hear "dad burn it" just one more time.

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    6 years, 9 months
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    created memory in Fred Bratcher

    The old Cellar....Boy I loved playing down in that cellar and on that cellar door. He would come down there and sit.I guess the thing that sticks with me is when we all went fishing at Washita river (all Night) there in Daughrty...man i must have been 12 or 13 thinking i could hang with them, boy was i wrong...I wish I had his energy and passion he did.I remember coming back that nect morning and i couldn't even keep my eyes open i was so tired.Man i miss him.

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    6 years, 9 months
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    i remember when papa used to put those ole pointy elbows in your leg to get you to scratch his back or foot, also he had an ole car that us boys and my dad( allen) was in we were hunting from the car but papas speedometer was making a real high sceatching sound all of us could hear but papa couldnt know wonder we couldnt see any deer that day ..

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    6 years, 9 months
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    created memory in Fred Bratcher

    I also remember him also drinkin milk.........And when he had bees I stepped on one and he took the hurt i way as I said to him and he kissed me and told me it would quit hurting in a little bit........Man I miss him

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  • Anonymous
    6 years, 10 months
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    created memory in Fred Bratcher

    i can always remember pawpaw tellin us the leave the rocks in the drive way and NOT IN HIS YARD. (or from around the bird bath.)

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    6 years, 10 months
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    created memory in Fred Bratcher

    I will take this special moment
    To turn my thoughts to Dad
    Thank him for the home he gave
    For all the things we had.

    We think about the fleeting years
    Too quickly, gone for good
    It seems like only yesterday
    I’d go back if I could.

    A time when Dad was always there
    No matter what the weather
    Always strong when things went wrong
    He held our lives together.

    He strived so hard from day to day
    And never once complained
    With steady hands, he worked the land
    And kept the family name.

    He taught us that hard work pays off
    You reap just what you sow
    He said that if you tend your crops
    Your field will overflow.

    My harvest has been bountiful
    He taught me how to give
    In his firm and steadfast way
    He taught me how to live.

    Dad dwells among the angels now
    He left us much too soon
    He glides across a golden field
    Above the harvest moon.

    I see him in the fields of grain
    He rides upon the wind
    And when my path is beaten down
    He picks me up again.

    Author/Written By:
    Marilyn Ferguson
    ©2003

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  • Anonymous
    6 years, 11 months
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    speaking of papaws milk.. it was always in the same glass.. that plactic one.. never emptied.. & always sat back into the fridge til the next meal where mamaw would just add more milk

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