Daddy's memorial graciously sponsored by: Love Always, Renee When you have time to stop by her contributor page, you will find the memorials that she manages. It would be kind of you to visit her memorials.
. . . . . _♥________________
. .____| . . . . My FATHER. . . .. |____
. . . . .|. . . . . . . . . . . . . | . . ./
. . . . |'•______Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ______•|. . .
. ./______) . . . . . . °ღ . . (______
He grew up with a love for hunting and fishing and spent a lot of time doing both. I am sure that a large part of his eagerness to hunt was to provide food for the family. They were poor and relied on wild game for meals. Since he was the eldest child in the family, he ended up having to drop out of school while in junior high to work and help provide for his family. He participated in pole vaulting as well as basketball. His basketball coach was saddened to learn of his leaving school since he played so well.
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When WWII began, he knew that he would eventually get drafted, so he enlisted in the Marines. His time served was in the Pacific and he was active in the battles at Bougainville and Guam. He was lucky to make it home. During one of the battles, he was on a tanker that was hit. He was blown off of it, but managed to survive, uninjured.
He never spoke to me or my mother about his time served in WWII. It is believed that he had been tormented by those days and that he tried hard to forget them. Despite the fact that he tried to forget those days, the Marine jargon stayed with him. If he had a cup of coffee that did not taste good to him, he would say that "it tastes like battery acid", he would refer to the bathroom as the "garboon". He had many phrases that stuck with him.
After the war ended, he stayed in Texas for a short time and was working for an oil company. When he returned to Louisiana, he was working in an auto body shop when a friend wanted to introduce him to my mother.
After a short courtship they were married on 23rd day of July, 1946 in Woodville, Mississippi.
They purchased a "corn field" and built a house early in their marriage. Having moved so many times as a child, he vowed that he would never move again, and didn't. They both remained in that little home they built their adult life.
My daddy was one of the most considerate and kind men that I had the pleasure of knowing. He never had an unkind word to say about anyone and didn't want to hear "gossip" from anyone else. If you happened to be in need of anything, he would give you the shirt off his back.
During the 1960's, my parent's purchased two rental properties. Unfortunately, I cannot ever recall them being rental. It seems like family resided in both places until my parent's sold them. That was just the way they were. Our home was the same, the door was always open to anyone that needed a place to stay.
Daddy's Little Girl
by Punkin
If I had my life to do over,
I'd have chosen you to be my dad
once more.
Even if it meant losing you again,
It's worth all the tears in the
world.
You were my sunshine when skies
were gray.
I loved you and honored you;
You took all my tears away.
I was happy to be with you,
Proud to be your little girl.
Sometimes we would argue,
But to me you meant the world.
Your love was always pure;
You treated me as your own.
Your time seemed all too short and
I feel so alone.
What can I take from this?
My heart is completely crushed.
But nothing loved is ever lost -
And you are loved so much.
. . . . . _♥________________
. .____| . . . . My FATHER. . . .. |____
. . . . .|. . . . . . . . . . . . . | . . ./
. . . . |'•______Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ______•|. . .
. ./______) . . . . . . °ღ . . (______
He grew up with a love for hunting and fishing and spent a lot of time doing both. I am sure that a large part of his eagerness to hunt was to provide food for the family. They were poor and relied on wild game for meals. Since he was the eldest child in the family, he ended up having to drop out of school while in junior high to work and help provide for his family. He participated in pole vaulting as well as basketball. His basketball coach was saddened to learn of his leaving school since he played so well.
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When WWII began, he knew that he would eventually get drafted, so he enlisted in the Marines. His time served was in the Pacific and he was active in the battles at Bougainville and Guam. He was lucky to make it home. During one of the battles, he was on a tanker that was hit. He was blown off of it, but managed to survive, uninjured.
He never spoke to me or my mother about his time served in WWII. It is believed that he had been tormented by those days and that he tried hard to forget them. Despite the fact that he tried to forget those days, the Marine jargon stayed with him. If he had a cup of coffee that did not taste good to him, he would say that "it tastes like battery acid", he would refer to the bathroom as the "garboon". He had many phrases that stuck with him.
After the war ended, he stayed in Texas for a short time and was working for an oil company. When he returned to Louisiana, he was working in an auto body shop when a friend wanted to introduce him to my mother.
After a short courtship they were married on 23rd day of July, 1946 in Woodville, Mississippi.
They purchased a "corn field" and built a house early in their marriage. Having moved so many times as a child, he vowed that he would never move again, and didn't. They both remained in that little home they built their adult life.
My daddy was one of the most considerate and kind men that I had the pleasure of knowing. He never had an unkind word to say about anyone and didn't want to hear "gossip" from anyone else. If you happened to be in need of anything, he would give you the shirt off his back.
During the 1960's, my parent's purchased two rental properties. Unfortunately, I cannot ever recall them being rental. It seems like family resided in both places until my parent's sold them. That was just the way they were. Our home was the same, the door was always open to anyone that needed a place to stay.
Daddy's Little Girl
by Punkin
If I had my life to do over,
I'd have chosen you to be my dad
once more.
Even if it meant losing you again,
It's worth all the tears in the
world.
You were my sunshine when skies
were gray.
I loved you and honored you;
You took all my tears away.
I was happy to be with you,
Proud to be your little girl.
Sometimes we would argue,
But to me you meant the world.
Your love was always pure;
You treated me as your own.
Your time seemed all too short and
I feel so alone.
What can I take from this?
My heart is completely crushed.
But nothing loved is ever lost -
And you are loved so much.
Daddy's memorial graciously sponsored by: Love Always, Renee When you have time to stop by her contributor page, you will find the memorials that she manages. It would be kind of you to visit her memorials.
. . . . . _♥________________
. .____| . . . . My FATHER. . . .. |____
. . . . .|. . . . . . . . . . . . . | . . ./
. . . . |'•______Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ______•|. . .
. ./______) . . . . . . °ღ . . (______
He grew up with a love for hunting and fishing and spent a lot of time doing both. I am sure that a large part of his eagerness to hunt was to provide food for the family. They were poor and relied on wild game for meals. Since he was the eldest child in the family, he ended up having to drop out of school while in junior high to work and help provide for his family. He participated in pole vaulting as well as basketball. His basketball coach was saddened to learn of his leaving school since he played so well.
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◥⊙▲⊙▲⊙▲⊙▲⊙▲⊙▲⊙◤...
When WWII began, he knew that he would eventually get drafted, so he enlisted in the Marines. His time served was in the Pacific and he was active in the battles at Bougainville and Guam. He was lucky to make it home. During one of the battles, he was on a tanker that was hit. He was blown off of it, but managed to survive, uninjured.
He never spoke to me or my mother about his time served in WWII. It is believed that he had been tormented by those days and that he tried hard to forget them. Despite the fact that he tried to forget those days, the Marine jargon stayed with him. If he had a cup of coffee that did not taste good to him, he would say that "it tastes like battery acid", he would refer to the bathroom as the "garboon". He had many phrases that stuck with him.
After the war ended, he stayed in Texas for a short time and was working for an oil company. When he returned to Louisiana, he was working in an auto body shop when a friend wanted to introduce him to my mother.
After a short courtship they were married on 23rd day of July, 1946 in Woodville, Mississippi.
They purchased a "corn field" and built a house early in their marriage. Having moved so many times as a child, he vowed that he would never move again, and didn't. They both remained in that little home they built their adult life.
My daddy was one of the most considerate and kind men that I had the pleasure of knowing. He never had an unkind word to say about anyone and didn't want to hear "gossip" from anyone else. If you happened to be in need of anything, he would give you the shirt off his back.
During the 1960's, my parent's purchased two rental properties. Unfortunately, I cannot ever recall them being rental. It seems like family resided in both places until my parent's sold them. That was just the way they were. Our home was the same, the door was always open to anyone that needed a place to stay.
Daddy's Little Girl
by Punkin
If I had my life to do over,
I'd have chosen you to be my dad
once more.
Even if it meant losing you again,
It's worth all the tears in the
world.
You were my sunshine when skies
were gray.
I loved you and honored you;
You took all my tears away.
I was happy to be with you,
Proud to be your little girl.
Sometimes we would argue,
But to me you meant the world.
Your love was always pure;
You treated me as your own.
Your time seemed all too short and
I feel so alone.
What can I take from this?
My heart is completely crushed.
But nothing loved is ever lost -
And you are loved so much.
. . . . . _♥________________
. .____| . . . . My FATHER. . . .. |____
. . . . .|. . . . . . . . . . . . . | . . ./
. . . . |'•______Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ______•|. . .
. ./______) . . . . . . °ღ . . (______
He grew up with a love for hunting and fishing and spent a lot of time doing both. I am sure that a large part of his eagerness to hunt was to provide food for the family. They were poor and relied on wild game for meals. Since he was the eldest child in the family, he ended up having to drop out of school while in junior high to work and help provide for his family. He participated in pole vaulting as well as basketball. His basketball coach was saddened to learn of his leaving school since he played so well.
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▂▄▅█████████▅▄▃▂
I███████████████████].
◥⊙▲⊙▲⊙▲⊙▲⊙▲⊙▲⊙◤...
When WWII began, he knew that he would eventually get drafted, so he enlisted in the Marines. His time served was in the Pacific and he was active in the battles at Bougainville and Guam. He was lucky to make it home. During one of the battles, he was on a tanker that was hit. He was blown off of it, but managed to survive, uninjured.
He never spoke to me or my mother about his time served in WWII. It is believed that he had been tormented by those days and that he tried hard to forget them. Despite the fact that he tried to forget those days, the Marine jargon stayed with him. If he had a cup of coffee that did not taste good to him, he would say that "it tastes like battery acid", he would refer to the bathroom as the "garboon". He had many phrases that stuck with him.
After the war ended, he stayed in Texas for a short time and was working for an oil company. When he returned to Louisiana, he was working in an auto body shop when a friend wanted to introduce him to my mother.
After a short courtship they were married on 23rd day of July, 1946 in Woodville, Mississippi.
They purchased a "corn field" and built a house early in their marriage. Having moved so many times as a child, he vowed that he would never move again, and didn't. They both remained in that little home they built their adult life.
My daddy was one of the most considerate and kind men that I had the pleasure of knowing. He never had an unkind word to say about anyone and didn't want to hear "gossip" from anyone else. If you happened to be in need of anything, he would give you the shirt off his back.
During the 1960's, my parent's purchased two rental properties. Unfortunately, I cannot ever recall them being rental. It seems like family resided in both places until my parent's sold them. That was just the way they were. Our home was the same, the door was always open to anyone that needed a place to stay.
Daddy's Little Girl
by Punkin
If I had my life to do over,
I'd have chosen you to be my dad
once more.
Even if it meant losing you again,
It's worth all the tears in the
world.
You were my sunshine when skies
were gray.
I loved you and honored you;
You took all my tears away.
I was happy to be with you,
Proud to be your little girl.
Sometimes we would argue,
But to me you meant the world.
Your love was always pure;
You treated me as your own.
Your time seemed all too short and
I feel so alone.
What can I take from this?
My heart is completely crushed.
But nothing loved is ever lost -
And you are loved so much.
