He was the son of Oscar Bernard and Annie Laura (Harthcock) Wood, both buried in the old Mart Cemetery just off Texas Avenue in Mart, Texas. O B was brother of Floyd Copeland Wood (b. 09/03/1905; d. 03/16/1980 in TX), Nora Etta (Wood) McElroy (b. 10/03/1893; d. 12/20/1977 in TX) and Mary Belle (Wood) Christy (b. 01/03/1911 in TX; d. 09/10/2001 Albuquerque, NM).
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A Tribute to My Dad - written by daughter, Dainah Wood Chandler, and read at O B Wood's funeral:
Looking back through a time tunnel, I remember my little hand in his as I ran to keep up with each step he took as we crossed the street. I must have been three or four when I remember thinking how small my hand was, fitted into his.
As I scurried down the street with this man, I remember someone that day saying, "You know, you look just like your daddy."
My sister, before I was born, I'm told, would wait for him to come home at the end of the day. She'd run to greet him. Nothing's changed. She's more like him than just in looks.
A man who worked hard to do a job he could really be proud of, whether for himself or for someone else, he taught us diligence and a sense of pride that will always be a part of us.
The final days we had with him were each a treasure in time.
Our dad never really got old – EVER! Even at 81, we thought him to be the handsomest of men.
He leaves with us a great respect for him and many lovely memories.
And death now holds a special meaning for us, for when the time comes that our Heavenly Father welcomes us, right there beside Him will be our daddy.
Dainah (Wood) Chandler
- D. Chandler
Added: Mar. 21, 2006
He was the son of Oscar Bernard and Annie Laura (Harthcock) Wood, both buried in the old Mart Cemetery just off Texas Avenue in Mart, Texas. O B was brother of Floyd Copeland Wood (b. 09/03/1905; d. 03/16/1980 in TX), Nora Etta (Wood) McElroy (b. 10/03/1893; d. 12/20/1977 in TX) and Mary Belle (Wood) Christy (b. 01/03/1911 in TX; d. 09/10/2001 Albuquerque, NM).
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A Tribute to My Dad - written by daughter, Dainah Wood Chandler, and read at O B Wood's funeral:
Looking back through a time tunnel, I remember my little hand in his as I ran to keep up with each step he took as we crossed the street. I must have been three or four when I remember thinking how small my hand was, fitted into his.
As I scurried down the street with this man, I remember someone that day saying, "You know, you look just like your daddy."
My sister, before I was born, I'm told, would wait for him to come home at the end of the day. She'd run to greet him. Nothing's changed. She's more like him than just in looks.
A man who worked hard to do a job he could really be proud of, whether for himself or for someone else, he taught us diligence and a sense of pride that will always be a part of us.
The final days we had with him were each a treasure in time.
Our dad never really got old – EVER! Even at 81, we thought him to be the handsomest of men.
He leaves with us a great respect for him and many lovely memories.
And death now holds a special meaning for us, for when the time comes that our Heavenly Father welcomes us, right there beside Him will be our daddy.
Dainah (Wood) Chandler
- D. Chandler
Added: Mar. 21, 2006