My sweet and quiet great grandfather was born in 1902 to Theo and Julia Westall, the third of eight children. He was born and raised in Celo, North Carolina. After a happy childhood and some time in the military, he met Roxie Hensley at a boardinghouse and married her not long after. They were blessed with five children of their own.
Granddaddy Westall was a quiet, gentle person, and he could normally be found studying his Bible or preparing his Sunday School lesson or fishing. In fact, the only time he punished his kids was when they were making a racket while he was reading his Bible, after he repeatedly told them to stop. After he quietly reprimanded them, they were too stunned to ever disobey him again.
Thad was also a very hard worker, and as a result was never in robust physical health. He never weighed over 135 pounds and he was always very frail. He died in 1965, ultimately of tuberculosis. His lungs were weakened at a young age while he was working in the mica mines.
Thad was a sweet, wonderful man of God and was loved and respected by everyone, really; in his later years I don't think there was a person who didn't get along with him. My great aunt Opal kind of summed it up when she told me that "Daddy was just such a precious person."
Granddaddy Westall was a quiet, gentle person, and he could normally be found studying his Bible or preparing his Sunday School lesson or fishing. In fact, the only time he punished his kids was when they were making a racket while he was reading his Bible, after he repeatedly told them to stop. After he quietly reprimanded them, they were too stunned to ever disobey him again.
Thad was also a very hard worker, and as a result was never in robust physical health. He never weighed over 135 pounds and he was always very frail. He died in 1965, ultimately of tuberculosis. His lungs were weakened at a young age while he was working in the mica mines.
Thad was a sweet, wonderful man of God and was loved and respected by everyone, really; in his later years I don't think there was a person who didn't get along with him. My great aunt Opal kind of summed it up when she told me that "Daddy was just such a precious person."
My sweet and quiet great grandfather was born in 1902 to Theo and Julia Westall, the third of eight children. He was born and raised in Celo, North Carolina. After a happy childhood and some time in the military, he met Roxie Hensley at a boardinghouse and married her not long after. They were blessed with five children of their own.
Granddaddy Westall was a quiet, gentle person, and he could normally be found studying his Bible or preparing his Sunday School lesson or fishing. In fact, the only time he punished his kids was when they were making a racket while he was reading his Bible, after he repeatedly told them to stop. After he quietly reprimanded them, they were too stunned to ever disobey him again.
Thad was also a very hard worker, and as a result was never in robust physical health. He never weighed over 135 pounds and he was always very frail. He died in 1965, ultimately of tuberculosis. His lungs were weakened at a young age while he was working in the mica mines.
Thad was a sweet, wonderful man of God and was loved and respected by everyone, really; in his later years I don't think there was a person who didn't get along with him. My great aunt Opal kind of summed it up when she told me that "Daddy was just such a precious person."
Granddaddy Westall was a quiet, gentle person, and he could normally be found studying his Bible or preparing his Sunday School lesson or fishing. In fact, the only time he punished his kids was when they were making a racket while he was reading his Bible, after he repeatedly told them to stop. After he quietly reprimanded them, they were too stunned to ever disobey him again.
Thad was also a very hard worker, and as a result was never in robust physical health. He never weighed over 135 pounds and he was always very frail. He died in 1965, ultimately of tuberculosis. His lungs were weakened at a young age while he was working in the mica mines.
Thad was a sweet, wonderful man of God and was loved and respected by everyone, really; in his later years I don't think there was a person who didn't get along with him. My great aunt Opal kind of summed it up when she told me that "Daddy was just such a precious person."
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