My father, Robert Bruce Carringer, 79, of 209 Greasy Creek Road in Brasstown, NC died Tuesday, August 23, 2005 at Murphy Medical Center following a short illness.
He was a native of the Stecoah community in Graham County, the eldest son of the late Thomas C. and Kitty Jenkins Carringer, and a lifetime resident of Western North Carolina. He was a wonderful father to me. He married Eulamae Williamson of Union County, GA in 1946. As a young man, Dad worked as a timber cutter with Loy and Max Payne. He would leave home at the crack of dawn, ride to the job-site with his employers, carry a heavy chainsaw up the mountain passes, and find the trees which had been marked for cutting. He was paid by the board foot. If he needed someone to help him, he was required to hire and pay that person himself. It was back-breaking work for little money, yet Dad enjoyed it and seldom complained.
When he came home from his long day of work, he would often have unlaced his heavy work boots on the way. Many times, my sister and I would hide behind a bush or even a chair and jump out at him, yelling "Boo!" Dad would clutch his chest, stagger back, and declare that we had scared him so badly that his boots had come unlaced. For the longest time, we believed him! Now and then, Dad would tell us that we had better not go near his lunch box because there was a surprise in it but only for good little girls and only after supper. The big surprise, a rare treat, was two Hershey bars, which we enjoyed immensely. I have no idea what Dad did without in order to get us those candy bars.
When the Magnavox Corporation came to Andrews in the mid-1960s, Dad got a job helping build the huge factory and then went to work for the company, staying through the transition to Baker Furniture. He retired from Baker after 28 years as a Group Leader.
Dad was a member of Little Brasstown Baptist Church, an avid gardener who enjoyed sharing his harvest, a prolific reader and book collector, especially those written by Zane Gray and Louis L'Amour. Hunting ginseng in the autumn was one of Dad's greatest pleasures because he loved the natural beauty of the forests. The money he made from his "ginseng find" was usually spent on his grandchildren's Christmas presents. He enjoyed fishing, camping, and traveling in the western section of the US. Dad loved spending time with his family and many friends and watching western movies. He loved to smoke his pipe when he was relaxing. He was seldom without his favorite pipe, tucked inside his shirt pocket, along with a packet of Prince Albert tobacco. He also enjoyed Swisher Sweet cigars, but nothing was as dear to him as his pipe. I have those pipes now, and they are among some of my most cherished possessions.
I can recall as a young girl getting up early on Saturday mornings to watch an old western "from the Silver Screen!" with Dad, just the two of us. He would have made his coffee and a hot chocolate for me and we would enjoy our special time together while the rest of the household slept.
Dad was a proud man who worked hard to provide for his family. I saw him cry only twice. Once, when I was a child and he had to admit to my mother that he had not made enough money that week to spare for my sister to get a new pair of shoes. The second time was not long after Mom had a stroke and was hospitalized. She had been unresponsive for several days and her doctors said she might improve and she might not. Dad had been stoic until we left her to come back home. He sat down on an outside bench and let the tears flow freely, telling me as he held my hands that he felt so helpless and hated not being able to do anything for Mom.
During the month of August, 2005 Dad began to feel badly, saying it was just a stomach bug and that he would soon be well again. On Friday evening, the 19th, I went to visit my parents and during the visit, Dad collapsed in his bathroom. I immediately called 911 and the ambulance came and took him to the local hospital where Dad was diagnosed with severe diverticulitis. Surgery was performed, and the surgeon was hopeful that Dad would recover, but tragically, he never regained consciousness. We were devastated as Dad had always been so strong and we could not imagine life going on without him. With each passing year, for his family and friends, the wound we all felt following his loss is still just as painful.
At the time of his death, Dad was survived by his wife of 59 years, Eulamae Williamson Carringer; a son Perry (Linda) of Hayesville, two daughters, Wanda Payne of Murphy; and Brenda Black (Bruce) of Peachtree; five brothers, Jack, Edgar, and T.C. Carringer, all of Ellijay, GA; Neal Carringer of Brasstown, and Ted Carringer of Knoxville, TN; three sisters, Ada Crisp of Robbinsville; Doris Byers of Brasstown; and Jean Shelton of Ellijay; seven grandchildren: Kim, Andrew, Alicen, Keaton, Aaron, Logan, and Luke; four great-grandchildren, Alexis, Addison, Madison, and Maisie, as well as several nieces and nephews, and a host of friends.
Our family received friends and relatives from 2-4 pm, Thursday, August 25, 2005 at Little Brasstown Baptist Church prior to the funeral services. Rev. Aud Brown and Rev. R.L. Martin officiated. Dad was buried in the church cemetery very near to the grave of his old friend and employer, Loy Payne. Pallbearers were grandchildren. Honorary pallbearers who carried their good friend and my beloved father to his final rest were Floyd Hughes, Mike Dalrymple, Robert Allen, and Max Payne.
In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to Valley River Humane Society, P.O Box 658, Murphy, NC 28906; or Little Brasstown Baptist Church Cemetery Fund, P.O. Box 12, Brasstown, NC 28902.
Townson-Rose Funeral Home was in charge of arrangements. To view an Everlasting Memorial for Dad, please go to http://www.mem.com
He was a native of the Stecoah community in Graham County, the eldest son of the late Thomas C. and Kitty Jenkins Carringer, and a lifetime resident of Western North Carolina. He was a wonderful father to me. He married Eulamae Williamson of Union County, GA in 1946. As a young man, Dad worked as a timber cutter with Loy and Max Payne. He would leave home at the crack of dawn, ride to the job-site with his employers, carry a heavy chainsaw up the mountain passes, and find the trees which had been marked for cutting. He was paid by the board foot. If he needed someone to help him, he was required to hire and pay that person himself. It was back-breaking work for little money, yet Dad enjoyed it and seldom complained.
When he came home from his long day of work, he would often have unlaced his heavy work boots on the way. Many times, my sister and I would hide behind a bush or even a chair and jump out at him, yelling "Boo!" Dad would clutch his chest, stagger back, and declare that we had scared him so badly that his boots had come unlaced. For the longest time, we believed him! Now and then, Dad would tell us that we had better not go near his lunch box because there was a surprise in it but only for good little girls and only after supper. The big surprise, a rare treat, was two Hershey bars, which we enjoyed immensely. I have no idea what Dad did without in order to get us those candy bars.
When the Magnavox Corporation came to Andrews in the mid-1960s, Dad got a job helping build the huge factory and then went to work for the company, staying through the transition to Baker Furniture. He retired from Baker after 28 years as a Group Leader.
Dad was a member of Little Brasstown Baptist Church, an avid gardener who enjoyed sharing his harvest, a prolific reader and book collector, especially those written by Zane Gray and Louis L'Amour. Hunting ginseng in the autumn was one of Dad's greatest pleasures because he loved the natural beauty of the forests. The money he made from his "ginseng find" was usually spent on his grandchildren's Christmas presents. He enjoyed fishing, camping, and traveling in the western section of the US. Dad loved spending time with his family and many friends and watching western movies. He loved to smoke his pipe when he was relaxing. He was seldom without his favorite pipe, tucked inside his shirt pocket, along with a packet of Prince Albert tobacco. He also enjoyed Swisher Sweet cigars, but nothing was as dear to him as his pipe. I have those pipes now, and they are among some of my most cherished possessions.
I can recall as a young girl getting up early on Saturday mornings to watch an old western "from the Silver Screen!" with Dad, just the two of us. He would have made his coffee and a hot chocolate for me and we would enjoy our special time together while the rest of the household slept.
Dad was a proud man who worked hard to provide for his family. I saw him cry only twice. Once, when I was a child and he had to admit to my mother that he had not made enough money that week to spare for my sister to get a new pair of shoes. The second time was not long after Mom had a stroke and was hospitalized. She had been unresponsive for several days and her doctors said she might improve and she might not. Dad had been stoic until we left her to come back home. He sat down on an outside bench and let the tears flow freely, telling me as he held my hands that he felt so helpless and hated not being able to do anything for Mom.
During the month of August, 2005 Dad began to feel badly, saying it was just a stomach bug and that he would soon be well again. On Friday evening, the 19th, I went to visit my parents and during the visit, Dad collapsed in his bathroom. I immediately called 911 and the ambulance came and took him to the local hospital where Dad was diagnosed with severe diverticulitis. Surgery was performed, and the surgeon was hopeful that Dad would recover, but tragically, he never regained consciousness. We were devastated as Dad had always been so strong and we could not imagine life going on without him. With each passing year, for his family and friends, the wound we all felt following his loss is still just as painful.
At the time of his death, Dad was survived by his wife of 59 years, Eulamae Williamson Carringer; a son Perry (Linda) of Hayesville, two daughters, Wanda Payne of Murphy; and Brenda Black (Bruce) of Peachtree; five brothers, Jack, Edgar, and T.C. Carringer, all of Ellijay, GA; Neal Carringer of Brasstown, and Ted Carringer of Knoxville, TN; three sisters, Ada Crisp of Robbinsville; Doris Byers of Brasstown; and Jean Shelton of Ellijay; seven grandchildren: Kim, Andrew, Alicen, Keaton, Aaron, Logan, and Luke; four great-grandchildren, Alexis, Addison, Madison, and Maisie, as well as several nieces and nephews, and a host of friends.
Our family received friends and relatives from 2-4 pm, Thursday, August 25, 2005 at Little Brasstown Baptist Church prior to the funeral services. Rev. Aud Brown and Rev. R.L. Martin officiated. Dad was buried in the church cemetery very near to the grave of his old friend and employer, Loy Payne. Pallbearers were grandchildren. Honorary pallbearers who carried their good friend and my beloved father to his final rest were Floyd Hughes, Mike Dalrymple, Robert Allen, and Max Payne.
In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to Valley River Humane Society, P.O Box 658, Murphy, NC 28906; or Little Brasstown Baptist Church Cemetery Fund, P.O. Box 12, Brasstown, NC 28902.
Townson-Rose Funeral Home was in charge of arrangements. To view an Everlasting Memorial for Dad, please go to http://www.mem.com
My father, Robert Bruce Carringer, 79, of 209 Greasy Creek Road in Brasstown, NC died Tuesday, August 23, 2005 at Murphy Medical Center following a short illness.
He was a native of the Stecoah community in Graham County, the eldest son of the late Thomas C. and Kitty Jenkins Carringer, and a lifetime resident of Western North Carolina. He was a wonderful father to me. He married Eulamae Williamson of Union County, GA in 1946. As a young man, Dad worked as a timber cutter with Loy and Max Payne. He would leave home at the crack of dawn, ride to the job-site with his employers, carry a heavy chainsaw up the mountain passes, and find the trees which had been marked for cutting. He was paid by the board foot. If he needed someone to help him, he was required to hire and pay that person himself. It was back-breaking work for little money, yet Dad enjoyed it and seldom complained.
When he came home from his long day of work, he would often have unlaced his heavy work boots on the way. Many times, my sister and I would hide behind a bush or even a chair and jump out at him, yelling "Boo!" Dad would clutch his chest, stagger back, and declare that we had scared him so badly that his boots had come unlaced. For the longest time, we believed him! Now and then, Dad would tell us that we had better not go near his lunch box because there was a surprise in it but only for good little girls and only after supper. The big surprise, a rare treat, was two Hershey bars, which we enjoyed immensely. I have no idea what Dad did without in order to get us those candy bars.
When the Magnavox Corporation came to Andrews in the mid-1960s, Dad got a job helping build the huge factory and then went to work for the company, staying through the transition to Baker Furniture. He retired from Baker after 28 years as a Group Leader.
Dad was a member of Little Brasstown Baptist Church, an avid gardener who enjoyed sharing his harvest, a prolific reader and book collector, especially those written by Zane Gray and Louis L'Amour. Hunting ginseng in the autumn was one of Dad's greatest pleasures because he loved the natural beauty of the forests. The money he made from his "ginseng find" was usually spent on his grandchildren's Christmas presents. He enjoyed fishing, camping, and traveling in the western section of the US. Dad loved spending time with his family and many friends and watching western movies. He loved to smoke his pipe when he was relaxing. He was seldom without his favorite pipe, tucked inside his shirt pocket, along with a packet of Prince Albert tobacco. He also enjoyed Swisher Sweet cigars, but nothing was as dear to him as his pipe. I have those pipes now, and they are among some of my most cherished possessions.
I can recall as a young girl getting up early on Saturday mornings to watch an old western "from the Silver Screen!" with Dad, just the two of us. He would have made his coffee and a hot chocolate for me and we would enjoy our special time together while the rest of the household slept.
Dad was a proud man who worked hard to provide for his family. I saw him cry only twice. Once, when I was a child and he had to admit to my mother that he had not made enough money that week to spare for my sister to get a new pair of shoes. The second time was not long after Mom had a stroke and was hospitalized. She had been unresponsive for several days and her doctors said she might improve and she might not. Dad had been stoic until we left her to come back home. He sat down on an outside bench and let the tears flow freely, telling me as he held my hands that he felt so helpless and hated not being able to do anything for Mom.
During the month of August, 2005 Dad began to feel badly, saying it was just a stomach bug and that he would soon be well again. On Friday evening, the 19th, I went to visit my parents and during the visit, Dad collapsed in his bathroom. I immediately called 911 and the ambulance came and took him to the local hospital where Dad was diagnosed with severe diverticulitis. Surgery was performed, and the surgeon was hopeful that Dad would recover, but tragically, he never regained consciousness. We were devastated as Dad had always been so strong and we could not imagine life going on without him. With each passing year, for his family and friends, the wound we all felt following his loss is still just as painful.
At the time of his death, Dad was survived by his wife of 59 years, Eulamae Williamson Carringer; a son Perry (Linda) of Hayesville, two daughters, Wanda Payne of Murphy; and Brenda Black (Bruce) of Peachtree; five brothers, Jack, Edgar, and T.C. Carringer, all of Ellijay, GA; Neal Carringer of Brasstown, and Ted Carringer of Knoxville, TN; three sisters, Ada Crisp of Robbinsville; Doris Byers of Brasstown; and Jean Shelton of Ellijay; seven grandchildren: Kim, Andrew, Alicen, Keaton, Aaron, Logan, and Luke; four great-grandchildren, Alexis, Addison, Madison, and Maisie, as well as several nieces and nephews, and a host of friends.
Our family received friends and relatives from 2-4 pm, Thursday, August 25, 2005 at Little Brasstown Baptist Church prior to the funeral services. Rev. Aud Brown and Rev. R.L. Martin officiated. Dad was buried in the church cemetery very near to the grave of his old friend and employer, Loy Payne. Pallbearers were grandchildren. Honorary pallbearers who carried their good friend and my beloved father to his final rest were Floyd Hughes, Mike Dalrymple, Robert Allen, and Max Payne.
In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to Valley River Humane Society, P.O Box 658, Murphy, NC 28906; or Little Brasstown Baptist Church Cemetery Fund, P.O. Box 12, Brasstown, NC 28902.
Townson-Rose Funeral Home was in charge of arrangements. To view an Everlasting Memorial for Dad, please go to http://www.mem.com
He was a native of the Stecoah community in Graham County, the eldest son of the late Thomas C. and Kitty Jenkins Carringer, and a lifetime resident of Western North Carolina. He was a wonderful father to me. He married Eulamae Williamson of Union County, GA in 1946. As a young man, Dad worked as a timber cutter with Loy and Max Payne. He would leave home at the crack of dawn, ride to the job-site with his employers, carry a heavy chainsaw up the mountain passes, and find the trees which had been marked for cutting. He was paid by the board foot. If he needed someone to help him, he was required to hire and pay that person himself. It was back-breaking work for little money, yet Dad enjoyed it and seldom complained.
When he came home from his long day of work, he would often have unlaced his heavy work boots on the way. Many times, my sister and I would hide behind a bush or even a chair and jump out at him, yelling "Boo!" Dad would clutch his chest, stagger back, and declare that we had scared him so badly that his boots had come unlaced. For the longest time, we believed him! Now and then, Dad would tell us that we had better not go near his lunch box because there was a surprise in it but only for good little girls and only after supper. The big surprise, a rare treat, was two Hershey bars, which we enjoyed immensely. I have no idea what Dad did without in order to get us those candy bars.
When the Magnavox Corporation came to Andrews in the mid-1960s, Dad got a job helping build the huge factory and then went to work for the company, staying through the transition to Baker Furniture. He retired from Baker after 28 years as a Group Leader.
Dad was a member of Little Brasstown Baptist Church, an avid gardener who enjoyed sharing his harvest, a prolific reader and book collector, especially those written by Zane Gray and Louis L'Amour. Hunting ginseng in the autumn was one of Dad's greatest pleasures because he loved the natural beauty of the forests. The money he made from his "ginseng find" was usually spent on his grandchildren's Christmas presents. He enjoyed fishing, camping, and traveling in the western section of the US. Dad loved spending time with his family and many friends and watching western movies. He loved to smoke his pipe when he was relaxing. He was seldom without his favorite pipe, tucked inside his shirt pocket, along with a packet of Prince Albert tobacco. He also enjoyed Swisher Sweet cigars, but nothing was as dear to him as his pipe. I have those pipes now, and they are among some of my most cherished possessions.
I can recall as a young girl getting up early on Saturday mornings to watch an old western "from the Silver Screen!" with Dad, just the two of us. He would have made his coffee and a hot chocolate for me and we would enjoy our special time together while the rest of the household slept.
Dad was a proud man who worked hard to provide for his family. I saw him cry only twice. Once, when I was a child and he had to admit to my mother that he had not made enough money that week to spare for my sister to get a new pair of shoes. The second time was not long after Mom had a stroke and was hospitalized. She had been unresponsive for several days and her doctors said she might improve and she might not. Dad had been stoic until we left her to come back home. He sat down on an outside bench and let the tears flow freely, telling me as he held my hands that he felt so helpless and hated not being able to do anything for Mom.
During the month of August, 2005 Dad began to feel badly, saying it was just a stomach bug and that he would soon be well again. On Friday evening, the 19th, I went to visit my parents and during the visit, Dad collapsed in his bathroom. I immediately called 911 and the ambulance came and took him to the local hospital where Dad was diagnosed with severe diverticulitis. Surgery was performed, and the surgeon was hopeful that Dad would recover, but tragically, he never regained consciousness. We were devastated as Dad had always been so strong and we could not imagine life going on without him. With each passing year, for his family and friends, the wound we all felt following his loss is still just as painful.
At the time of his death, Dad was survived by his wife of 59 years, Eulamae Williamson Carringer; a son Perry (Linda) of Hayesville, two daughters, Wanda Payne of Murphy; and Brenda Black (Bruce) of Peachtree; five brothers, Jack, Edgar, and T.C. Carringer, all of Ellijay, GA; Neal Carringer of Brasstown, and Ted Carringer of Knoxville, TN; three sisters, Ada Crisp of Robbinsville; Doris Byers of Brasstown; and Jean Shelton of Ellijay; seven grandchildren: Kim, Andrew, Alicen, Keaton, Aaron, Logan, and Luke; four great-grandchildren, Alexis, Addison, Madison, and Maisie, as well as several nieces and nephews, and a host of friends.
Our family received friends and relatives from 2-4 pm, Thursday, August 25, 2005 at Little Brasstown Baptist Church prior to the funeral services. Rev. Aud Brown and Rev. R.L. Martin officiated. Dad was buried in the church cemetery very near to the grave of his old friend and employer, Loy Payne. Pallbearers were grandchildren. Honorary pallbearers who carried their good friend and my beloved father to his final rest were Floyd Hughes, Mike Dalrymple, Robert Allen, and Max Payne.
In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to Valley River Humane Society, P.O Box 658, Murphy, NC 28906; or Little Brasstown Baptist Church Cemetery Fund, P.O. Box 12, Brasstown, NC 28902.
Townson-Rose Funeral Home was in charge of arrangements. To view an Everlasting Memorial for Dad, please go to http://www.mem.com
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CARRINGER
BRUCE
SEPT. 4, 1925
AUG. 23, 2005
EULAMAE
OCT. 5, 1928
JAN. 14, 2006
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