I MISS MY DADDY..

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 ..

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

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.)

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

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

Do you ever remember him drinking anything other than milk when he was eating dinner? Always would sit in the kitchen by himself eating sardines and crackers and a glass of milk.

My Papaw was the only Papaw I ever had and he was the best!! He always called me his little burned biscuit. I knew as soon as I walked through the door he'd be happy to see me. You could count on him saying"dad burn it" if things were'nt going right. I loved his overalls.. I miss him so much.

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Another memory is if I wanted to go someplace or do something, I'd ask him if he wanted me to scratch his feet. I'd scratch away till my hand was wore out then ask him if that was enough, then pop the question, sometimes it would be ok & other times NO. But he sure got a lot of scratching from us kids. Miss him so much.

My memory was papaw at christmas time..Him walking around with the bowl full of nuts and fruits, and the smile on his face because all his kids and grandkids were together.

One of my memories of my Uncle Fred is of him and his four sisters , of course one being my mom, gathered in a circle around the old wood stove at grandma's house, feet propped in each other's laps, scratching away. This was a favorite pastime of theirs. My family visited his often, talking and laughing and telling old stories. One can't think of Fred without thinking of "noodling" either. I remember his love of fishing. He was a gentle soul who loved his family dearly and I miss him very much.

I remember the hunting & fishing passion he had. I remember how he called us "pawpas baby girl" He was most modest & loved his overalls...

rest in peace, sir...

The thing I remember most about my uncle Fred is that he always read the Bible every night. When I was a child he read by lamplight. It is one of my most cherished memories.

My Daddy was a wonderful, hardworking man. He was my hero & taught me so much about life. I love & miss him very much.