Papaw was adored by all of his grand-children when we were young. He could do no wrong. He was quick to laugh, loved to play pranks on all of us, just a wonderful jovial grandfather. He didn't get far in school, he didn't know how to read or write too well, but that never made him bitter or cynical or mistrusting of anyone. He knew he had to work hard to support his family and he just did it without thinking a thing of it.
When he was home, he was always up for a game of horse shoes, or a trip to the creek or pond to fish with us, a fast run to the Dairy Queen for an ice cream, it didn't matter, he was up for it, and with a fast nod and a smile.
He loved to tend his garden, he enjoyed the various animals he had when Mamaw agreed to let him keep some. His ducks, cows, ponies, and chickens, cats and dogs. He had a little Beagle that took up there with him, he'd feed that dog and talk to it, that dog would follow every move Papaw made. Papaw would sometimes call him "Leroy" and sometimes "Leader". Leader was killed by a car one day and it broke Papaw's heart. He cried over that little dog and wouldn't eat for days. He refused to have another dog after that one.
One snowy night I got even with him for all of his practical jokes on me. I'd found a long blonde wig and put it on, got all dressed up, went out the back door and went to the front, knocked.. and he answered. Mamaw was watching from the window, laughing herself silly. He couldn't see very well, just that long hair and the shadow of a figure, I squeeked out that my car had broken down and I needed to use the phone and I'd only been drinking a little.. he stood there stammering, no he couldn't let me in (Mamaw and drinking didn't geehaw) but he'd surely call someone for me. I insisted on using his phone anyway and the poor man wasn't used to saying no to people who needed help, but he wasn't about to let me in either. When he realized it was me he stomped back in the house with a most disgusted look on his face that I'd gotten him, and Mamaw and I laughed 'till we cried that someone had finally gottten him back.
Papaw used to brag about being friends with Bill Monroe. I didn't believe him. He had an autographed picture of himself with Mr. Monroe he kept framed on the wall. Still, I figured it was just a fan pic, he'd managed to get Mr. Monroe to sign for him like stars do - Papaw and Mamaw went to a lot of country music concerts. But then one day Bill Monroe came to Tombstone Junction to perform and Mamaw and Papaw took me with them to see him. Papaw took me by the hand and up towards the stage and he called out to Bill, and requested a song. I don't remember what the song was now, I was in awe because Mr. Monroe called back to him, "Hey Sol, it's good to see you here! You bet we'll play that song for you!" And they did play it. Papaw hadn't been fibbing after all. I thought that was too cool. The look on his face of justified vindication at my awe was worth a kazillion dollars.
When Mamaw died, Papaw changed so drastically and we all knew that the best part of him died with her. He lost a big portion of his sense of humor, he lost his vitality, his zeal for life, his focus. He lived another couple of dozen years without her, but he was never the same happy spirit that he was before she passed. His laughter was always tinged with sadness, and as he was dying he told me he was going to be with Mamaw, that he just couldn't wait to see her again. I miss him, but I'm thankful that he's with Mamaw. It's the only place he ever really wanted to be.
1 Year Video Tribute For Papaw
Papaw and Mamaw had five children, Joan, Lorene, Don, Brenda and Lonnie. Two sons-in-laws preceeded him in death, Kenneth and Leonard.
He had one sister, Cora Lee, and three brothers, Tommy, Ollie, and John L.
He died peacefully in his room at his daughter Lorene's house at the age of 84. Rest in Peace, Papaw
From his obituary:
Mr. Sol Warren, age 84 of Artemus, Ky. departed this life on Thursday, August 9, 2007 at his daughters home at Artemus. He was born on May 2, 1923 in Knox Co. and was the son of Ike Warren and Amanda (Broughton) Warren. He was united in marriage with Verda Garland and to this union five children were born. He was a member of the Boone Height Holiness Church and was retired from Uni-Royal Tire Co. in Michigan and had also worked at Waitsboro in Corbin. Mr. Warren loved his family and fishing and going to church and listening to gospel music and bluegrass music, his favorites were Bill Monroe and George Jones. He is preceded in death by his parents, Ike and Amanda Warren, his wife Verda Warren, a daughter, Joan Swanson, a sister, Cora Lee Wyatt, three brothers, Tommy, John L. and Ollie Warren and son-in-law Kenneth. He leaves to mourn his passing: Two Sons, Donald Ray and wife Carol and Lonnie Dean and wife Debbie all of Romulus, Michigan, two daughters, Lorene of Artemus, Ky. and Brenda and husband James of Corbin, Ky. , seventeen grandchildren, three very special granddaughters and caregivers, Shannon, Juel and Lisa, many great grandchildren and four great-great grandchildren, Mikyla, Mallory, Maegan and Joel. A special nephew Rev. Tommy Gerald Warren and wife Virginia and daughter Tonya and all his friends at the Corbin Friendship House. Mr. Warren also leaves behind a host of many other relatives and friends to mourn his passing. Funeral services for Mr. Sol Warren will be conducted at the Hampton Funeral Home this evening (Friday) at 4:00 p.m. with Rev. Tommy Gerald Warren officiating. Pallbearers will be family. Honorary pallbearers will be all the staff of the professional Home Health especially Brenda Gray, Joannie Frye and Jessica. Burial will be in the Hutchinson Cemetery at Bailey Switch.
When he was home, he was always up for a game of horse shoes, or a trip to the creek or pond to fish with us, a fast run to the Dairy Queen for an ice cream, it didn't matter, he was up for it, and with a fast nod and a smile.
He loved to tend his garden, he enjoyed the various animals he had when Mamaw agreed to let him keep some. His ducks, cows, ponies, and chickens, cats and dogs. He had a little Beagle that took up there with him, he'd feed that dog and talk to it, that dog would follow every move Papaw made. Papaw would sometimes call him "Leroy" and sometimes "Leader". Leader was killed by a car one day and it broke Papaw's heart. He cried over that little dog and wouldn't eat for days. He refused to have another dog after that one.
One snowy night I got even with him for all of his practical jokes on me. I'd found a long blonde wig and put it on, got all dressed up, went out the back door and went to the front, knocked.. and he answered. Mamaw was watching from the window, laughing herself silly. He couldn't see very well, just that long hair and the shadow of a figure, I squeeked out that my car had broken down and I needed to use the phone and I'd only been drinking a little.. he stood there stammering, no he couldn't let me in (Mamaw and drinking didn't geehaw) but he'd surely call someone for me. I insisted on using his phone anyway and the poor man wasn't used to saying no to people who needed help, but he wasn't about to let me in either. When he realized it was me he stomped back in the house with a most disgusted look on his face that I'd gotten him, and Mamaw and I laughed 'till we cried that someone had finally gottten him back.
Papaw used to brag about being friends with Bill Monroe. I didn't believe him. He had an autographed picture of himself with Mr. Monroe he kept framed on the wall. Still, I figured it was just a fan pic, he'd managed to get Mr. Monroe to sign for him like stars do - Papaw and Mamaw went to a lot of country music concerts. But then one day Bill Monroe came to Tombstone Junction to perform and Mamaw and Papaw took me with them to see him. Papaw took me by the hand and up towards the stage and he called out to Bill, and requested a song. I don't remember what the song was now, I was in awe because Mr. Monroe called back to him, "Hey Sol, it's good to see you here! You bet we'll play that song for you!" And they did play it. Papaw hadn't been fibbing after all. I thought that was too cool. The look on his face of justified vindication at my awe was worth a kazillion dollars.
When Mamaw died, Papaw changed so drastically and we all knew that the best part of him died with her. He lost a big portion of his sense of humor, he lost his vitality, his zeal for life, his focus. He lived another couple of dozen years without her, but he was never the same happy spirit that he was before she passed. His laughter was always tinged with sadness, and as he was dying he told me he was going to be with Mamaw, that he just couldn't wait to see her again. I miss him, but I'm thankful that he's with Mamaw. It's the only place he ever really wanted to be.
1 Year Video Tribute For Papaw
Papaw and Mamaw had five children, Joan, Lorene, Don, Brenda and Lonnie. Two sons-in-laws preceeded him in death, Kenneth and Leonard.
He had one sister, Cora Lee, and three brothers, Tommy, Ollie, and John L.
He died peacefully in his room at his daughter Lorene's house at the age of 84. Rest in Peace, Papaw
From his obituary:
Mr. Sol Warren, age 84 of Artemus, Ky. departed this life on Thursday, August 9, 2007 at his daughters home at Artemus. He was born on May 2, 1923 in Knox Co. and was the son of Ike Warren and Amanda (Broughton) Warren. He was united in marriage with Verda Garland and to this union five children were born. He was a member of the Boone Height Holiness Church and was retired from Uni-Royal Tire Co. in Michigan and had also worked at Waitsboro in Corbin. Mr. Warren loved his family and fishing and going to church and listening to gospel music and bluegrass music, his favorites were Bill Monroe and George Jones. He is preceded in death by his parents, Ike and Amanda Warren, his wife Verda Warren, a daughter, Joan Swanson, a sister, Cora Lee Wyatt, three brothers, Tommy, John L. and Ollie Warren and son-in-law Kenneth. He leaves to mourn his passing: Two Sons, Donald Ray and wife Carol and Lonnie Dean and wife Debbie all of Romulus, Michigan, two daughters, Lorene of Artemus, Ky. and Brenda and husband James of Corbin, Ky. , seventeen grandchildren, three very special granddaughters and caregivers, Shannon, Juel and Lisa, many great grandchildren and four great-great grandchildren, Mikyla, Mallory, Maegan and Joel. A special nephew Rev. Tommy Gerald Warren and wife Virginia and daughter Tonya and all his friends at the Corbin Friendship House. Mr. Warren also leaves behind a host of many other relatives and friends to mourn his passing. Funeral services for Mr. Sol Warren will be conducted at the Hampton Funeral Home this evening (Friday) at 4:00 p.m. with Rev. Tommy Gerald Warren officiating. Pallbearers will be family. Honorary pallbearers will be all the staff of the professional Home Health especially Brenda Gray, Joannie Frye and Jessica. Burial will be in the Hutchinson Cemetery at Bailey Switch.
Papaw was adored by all of his grand-children when we were young. He could do no wrong. He was quick to laugh, loved to play pranks on all of us, just a wonderful jovial grandfather. He didn't get far in school, he didn't know how to read or write too well, but that never made him bitter or cynical or mistrusting of anyone. He knew he had to work hard to support his family and he just did it without thinking a thing of it.
When he was home, he was always up for a game of horse shoes, or a trip to the creek or pond to fish with us, a fast run to the Dairy Queen for an ice cream, it didn't matter, he was up for it, and with a fast nod and a smile.
He loved to tend his garden, he enjoyed the various animals he had when Mamaw agreed to let him keep some. His ducks, cows, ponies, and chickens, cats and dogs. He had a little Beagle that took up there with him, he'd feed that dog and talk to it, that dog would follow every move Papaw made. Papaw would sometimes call him "Leroy" and sometimes "Leader". Leader was killed by a car one day and it broke Papaw's heart. He cried over that little dog and wouldn't eat for days. He refused to have another dog after that one.
One snowy night I got even with him for all of his practical jokes on me. I'd found a long blonde wig and put it on, got all dressed up, went out the back door and went to the front, knocked.. and he answered. Mamaw was watching from the window, laughing herself silly. He couldn't see very well, just that long hair and the shadow of a figure, I squeeked out that my car had broken down and I needed to use the phone and I'd only been drinking a little.. he stood there stammering, no he couldn't let me in (Mamaw and drinking didn't geehaw) but he'd surely call someone for me. I insisted on using his phone anyway and the poor man wasn't used to saying no to people who needed help, but he wasn't about to let me in either. When he realized it was me he stomped back in the house with a most disgusted look on his face that I'd gotten him, and Mamaw and I laughed 'till we cried that someone had finally gottten him back.
Papaw used to brag about being friends with Bill Monroe. I didn't believe him. He had an autographed picture of himself with Mr. Monroe he kept framed on the wall. Still, I figured it was just a fan pic, he'd managed to get Mr. Monroe to sign for him like stars do - Papaw and Mamaw went to a lot of country music concerts. But then one day Bill Monroe came to Tombstone Junction to perform and Mamaw and Papaw took me with them to see him. Papaw took me by the hand and up towards the stage and he called out to Bill, and requested a song. I don't remember what the song was now, I was in awe because Mr. Monroe called back to him, "Hey Sol, it's good to see you here! You bet we'll play that song for you!" And they did play it. Papaw hadn't been fibbing after all. I thought that was too cool. The look on his face of justified vindication at my awe was worth a kazillion dollars.
When Mamaw died, Papaw changed so drastically and we all knew that the best part of him died with her. He lost a big portion of his sense of humor, he lost his vitality, his zeal for life, his focus. He lived another couple of dozen years without her, but he was never the same happy spirit that he was before she passed. His laughter was always tinged with sadness, and as he was dying he told me he was going to be with Mamaw, that he just couldn't wait to see her again. I miss him, but I'm thankful that he's with Mamaw. It's the only place he ever really wanted to be.
1 Year Video Tribute For Papaw
Papaw and Mamaw had five children, Joan, Lorene, Don, Brenda and Lonnie. Two sons-in-laws preceeded him in death, Kenneth and Leonard.
He had one sister, Cora Lee, and three brothers, Tommy, Ollie, and John L.
He died peacefully in his room at his daughter Lorene's house at the age of 84. Rest in Peace, Papaw
From his obituary:
Mr. Sol Warren, age 84 of Artemus, Ky. departed this life on Thursday, August 9, 2007 at his daughters home at Artemus. He was born on May 2, 1923 in Knox Co. and was the son of Ike Warren and Amanda (Broughton) Warren. He was united in marriage with Verda Garland and to this union five children were born. He was a member of the Boone Height Holiness Church and was retired from Uni-Royal Tire Co. in Michigan and had also worked at Waitsboro in Corbin. Mr. Warren loved his family and fishing and going to church and listening to gospel music and bluegrass music, his favorites were Bill Monroe and George Jones. He is preceded in death by his parents, Ike and Amanda Warren, his wife Verda Warren, a daughter, Joan Swanson, a sister, Cora Lee Wyatt, three brothers, Tommy, John L. and Ollie Warren and son-in-law Kenneth. He leaves to mourn his passing: Two Sons, Donald Ray and wife Carol and Lonnie Dean and wife Debbie all of Romulus, Michigan, two daughters, Lorene of Artemus, Ky. and Brenda and husband James of Corbin, Ky. , seventeen grandchildren, three very special granddaughters and caregivers, Shannon, Juel and Lisa, many great grandchildren and four great-great grandchildren, Mikyla, Mallory, Maegan and Joel. A special nephew Rev. Tommy Gerald Warren and wife Virginia and daughter Tonya and all his friends at the Corbin Friendship House. Mr. Warren also leaves behind a host of many other relatives and friends to mourn his passing. Funeral services for Mr. Sol Warren will be conducted at the Hampton Funeral Home this evening (Friday) at 4:00 p.m. with Rev. Tommy Gerald Warren officiating. Pallbearers will be family. Honorary pallbearers will be all the staff of the professional Home Health especially Brenda Gray, Joannie Frye and Jessica. Burial will be in the Hutchinson Cemetery at Bailey Switch.
When he was home, he was always up for a game of horse shoes, or a trip to the creek or pond to fish with us, a fast run to the Dairy Queen for an ice cream, it didn't matter, he was up for it, and with a fast nod and a smile.
He loved to tend his garden, he enjoyed the various animals he had when Mamaw agreed to let him keep some. His ducks, cows, ponies, and chickens, cats and dogs. He had a little Beagle that took up there with him, he'd feed that dog and talk to it, that dog would follow every move Papaw made. Papaw would sometimes call him "Leroy" and sometimes "Leader". Leader was killed by a car one day and it broke Papaw's heart. He cried over that little dog and wouldn't eat for days. He refused to have another dog after that one.
One snowy night I got even with him for all of his practical jokes on me. I'd found a long blonde wig and put it on, got all dressed up, went out the back door and went to the front, knocked.. and he answered. Mamaw was watching from the window, laughing herself silly. He couldn't see very well, just that long hair and the shadow of a figure, I squeeked out that my car had broken down and I needed to use the phone and I'd only been drinking a little.. he stood there stammering, no he couldn't let me in (Mamaw and drinking didn't geehaw) but he'd surely call someone for me. I insisted on using his phone anyway and the poor man wasn't used to saying no to people who needed help, but he wasn't about to let me in either. When he realized it was me he stomped back in the house with a most disgusted look on his face that I'd gotten him, and Mamaw and I laughed 'till we cried that someone had finally gottten him back.
Papaw used to brag about being friends with Bill Monroe. I didn't believe him. He had an autographed picture of himself with Mr. Monroe he kept framed on the wall. Still, I figured it was just a fan pic, he'd managed to get Mr. Monroe to sign for him like stars do - Papaw and Mamaw went to a lot of country music concerts. But then one day Bill Monroe came to Tombstone Junction to perform and Mamaw and Papaw took me with them to see him. Papaw took me by the hand and up towards the stage and he called out to Bill, and requested a song. I don't remember what the song was now, I was in awe because Mr. Monroe called back to him, "Hey Sol, it's good to see you here! You bet we'll play that song for you!" And they did play it. Papaw hadn't been fibbing after all. I thought that was too cool. The look on his face of justified vindication at my awe was worth a kazillion dollars.
When Mamaw died, Papaw changed so drastically and we all knew that the best part of him died with her. He lost a big portion of his sense of humor, he lost his vitality, his zeal for life, his focus. He lived another couple of dozen years without her, but he was never the same happy spirit that he was before she passed. His laughter was always tinged with sadness, and as he was dying he told me he was going to be with Mamaw, that he just couldn't wait to see her again. I miss him, but I'm thankful that he's with Mamaw. It's the only place he ever really wanted to be.
1 Year Video Tribute For Papaw
Papaw and Mamaw had five children, Joan, Lorene, Don, Brenda and Lonnie. Two sons-in-laws preceeded him in death, Kenneth and Leonard.
He had one sister, Cora Lee, and three brothers, Tommy, Ollie, and John L.
He died peacefully in his room at his daughter Lorene's house at the age of 84. Rest in Peace, Papaw
From his obituary:
Mr. Sol Warren, age 84 of Artemus, Ky. departed this life on Thursday, August 9, 2007 at his daughters home at Artemus. He was born on May 2, 1923 in Knox Co. and was the son of Ike Warren and Amanda (Broughton) Warren. He was united in marriage with Verda Garland and to this union five children were born. He was a member of the Boone Height Holiness Church and was retired from Uni-Royal Tire Co. in Michigan and had also worked at Waitsboro in Corbin. Mr. Warren loved his family and fishing and going to church and listening to gospel music and bluegrass music, his favorites were Bill Monroe and George Jones. He is preceded in death by his parents, Ike and Amanda Warren, his wife Verda Warren, a daughter, Joan Swanson, a sister, Cora Lee Wyatt, three brothers, Tommy, John L. and Ollie Warren and son-in-law Kenneth. He leaves to mourn his passing: Two Sons, Donald Ray and wife Carol and Lonnie Dean and wife Debbie all of Romulus, Michigan, two daughters, Lorene of Artemus, Ky. and Brenda and husband James of Corbin, Ky. , seventeen grandchildren, three very special granddaughters and caregivers, Shannon, Juel and Lisa, many great grandchildren and four great-great grandchildren, Mikyla, Mallory, Maegan and Joel. A special nephew Rev. Tommy Gerald Warren and wife Virginia and daughter Tonya and all his friends at the Corbin Friendship House. Mr. Warren also leaves behind a host of many other relatives and friends to mourn his passing. Funeral services for Mr. Sol Warren will be conducted at the Hampton Funeral Home this evening (Friday) at 4:00 p.m. with Rev. Tommy Gerald Warren officiating. Pallbearers will be family. Honorary pallbearers will be all the staff of the professional Home Health especially Brenda Gray, Joannie Frye and Jessica. Burial will be in the Hutchinson Cemetery at Bailey Switch.
