COMMERCE - Lucile Jordan, 91, passed away Friday, July 19, 2013, at the Northridge Health and Rehab Center.
She
was the daughter of the late William Arthur Waters, and Minnie Cowart
Waters. Mrs. Jordan was preceded in death by two husbands, Eual Green
(Dixie) Haggard and Lonnie Eugene Jordan.
She was very active in the Madison Street Baptist Church where she was a
Sunday School teacher and sang in the choir. She was also active in the
Senior Citizens group and retired from working at Jays Department
Store.
Survivors include a son, William Raymond Haggard, Warner Robins; and two
daughters, Linda June Cannon, Commerce, and Carolyn Perry, Thomson;
nine grandchildren; nine great-grandchildren; and 10
great-great-grandchildren.
Funeral services were held Sunday, July 21, at the Madison Street
Baptist Church with the Rev. David Harbin officiating. Interment was in
the Grey Hill Cemetery.
Ivie Funeral Home, Commerce, was in charge of arrangements.
Thursday, February 27, 2014
Monday, February 17, 2014
Aunt Hattie And The Coal Stove
My Grandfather after he professed went out and buried all of the Tobacco Products and never again were they sold in his store.
My Aunt Hattie loved to dip snuff and always complained that she had to purchase it from our cousins store up the street at Claudie Waters grocery and Cafe.
She would sit in a wooden chair at the end of the counter and make sure that the correct groceries when into the correct box and that everything was in the customers order.
On the upright coal stove that reached almost to the ceiling it had four vents that you could open of close to make the stove get hotter. She had been doing the same thing over and over for many years and she had practiced spitting her snuff through the vents when they were open and never a drop hit the stove.
Well we were curious children, and knew that we couldn't dip snuff so we thought that we would try using Cocoa and our saliva to see if we could spit it into the vents of the stove. When she went to the restroom we would take turns trying to do has she had done with the snuff. Cocoa by itself will almost choke you because it is so bitter, and because we missed the vents the store smelled like baked Cocoa. Aunt Hattie daid that if we were going to try it again we should try mixing it with sugar and it would taste better and we could then make it thinner. Well this was going ok until mom came in and sent use to the car and said just you wait until your dad gets home. We knew that we were in trouble and that it wasn't going to be daddy doing the discipline but our mother.
Well after whippings and being sent to bed we didn't try that trick ever again. We just enjoyed the art of Aunt Hattie making a wringer every time.
By: Palmer Waters
My Aunt Hattie loved to dip snuff and always complained that she had to purchase it from our cousins store up the street at Claudie Waters grocery and Cafe.
She would sit in a wooden chair at the end of the counter and make sure that the correct groceries when into the correct box and that everything was in the customers order.
On the upright coal stove that reached almost to the ceiling it had four vents that you could open of close to make the stove get hotter. She had been doing the same thing over and over for many years and she had practiced spitting her snuff through the vents when they were open and never a drop hit the stove.
Well we were curious children, and knew that we couldn't dip snuff so we thought that we would try using Cocoa and our saliva to see if we could spit it into the vents of the stove. When she went to the restroom we would take turns trying to do has she had done with the snuff. Cocoa by itself will almost choke you because it is so bitter, and because we missed the vents the store smelled like baked Cocoa. Aunt Hattie daid that if we were going to try it again we should try mixing it with sugar and it would taste better and we could then make it thinner. Well this was going ok until mom came in and sent use to the car and said just you wait until your dad gets home. We knew that we were in trouble and that it wasn't going to be daddy doing the discipline but our mother.
Well after whippings and being sent to bed we didn't try that trick ever again. We just enjoyed the art of Aunt Hattie making a wringer every time.
By: Palmer Waters
To Buy Or Not To Buy An Adding Machine
My Uncle Snooks was a friendly sort of man and he always could find something for you to do so that you stayed busy.
Sometimes we took the soda pop caps out into the drive and parking area and poured them out so that cars wouldn't get mud on the doors and the ladies skirts or dresses got dirty when they came to shop. Sometimes we cleaned the front windows inside and out so that the vegetables area was sparkling. We put dust down powder on the wood floors to cut down on the dust and dirt. We stocked the shelves or straightened up the storage area.
Whenever he wasn't busy with giving us something to do he was adding in his head the accounts and the days receipts, or adding peoples charges to their accounts. When the collectors came in he would post the amounts paid to the store account ledgers. He would do this always in his head, and he was always to the penny. You could give him a number and he would tell you how many dimes, nickels and pennies were in the number.
One day while working outside a man drove up in a new Cadillac and said that he wanted to see the owner or the person who did the books. Someone took him into the store and introduced him to Uncle Snooks. He explained, "That he was selling the best adding machines and that so far he hadn't found anyone that couldn't do without one."
Uncle Snooks said that he had been adding for years in his head and didn't have the need for such a machine. The man told him all about the time saving that it would do for him and that it kept a running tape of the numbers so that they could be crossed checked, and Uncle Snooks still said no. The man tried many different ways to close him on the adding machine and everyone failed to close the deal for him. Finally in frustration the man said, I'll tell you what I will do. I will take this list of 50 numbers and you take the list of the same 50 numbers and I will add them on this machine and you can add them in your head and it your number is wrong then you will buy the adding machine ok. Is this a deal, Uncle Snooks said sure you have a deal.
By this time the store was full of people wanting to see what was going to happen and who was going to win.
Each was given the list of the same numbers and then when the man had finished adding them up he said. "sir what is the amount that you came up with." Uncle Snooks told the man his number and the man said, see I told you this machine was smarter that you. Uncle Snooks said now wait a minute I have added this list up three times in my head and got the same number all three times and you only added it up once. What it sounds like to me is that you hit the wrong key and made a mistake. Why don't you add it up again and see if you get the same number. As the man added the numbers again being very careful to hit the correct keys he got the same number that Uncle Snooks had originally.
Before anyone could say anything the man went to his car in a hurry but as a crowd had come uo he had to sit patiently in his car until he was able to leave.
It was quite a few years before we got an adding machine.
By: Palmer Waters
Sometimes we took the soda pop caps out into the drive and parking area and poured them out so that cars wouldn't get mud on the doors and the ladies skirts or dresses got dirty when they came to shop. Sometimes we cleaned the front windows inside and out so that the vegetables area was sparkling. We put dust down powder on the wood floors to cut down on the dust and dirt. We stocked the shelves or straightened up the storage area.
Whenever he wasn't busy with giving us something to do he was adding in his head the accounts and the days receipts, or adding peoples charges to their accounts. When the collectors came in he would post the amounts paid to the store account ledgers. He would do this always in his head, and he was always to the penny. You could give him a number and he would tell you how many dimes, nickels and pennies were in the number.
One day while working outside a man drove up in a new Cadillac and said that he wanted to see the owner or the person who did the books. Someone took him into the store and introduced him to Uncle Snooks. He explained, "That he was selling the best adding machines and that so far he hadn't found anyone that couldn't do without one."
Uncle Snooks said that he had been adding for years in his head and didn't have the need for such a machine. The man told him all about the time saving that it would do for him and that it kept a running tape of the numbers so that they could be crossed checked, and Uncle Snooks still said no. The man tried many different ways to close him on the adding machine and everyone failed to close the deal for him. Finally in frustration the man said, I'll tell you what I will do. I will take this list of 50 numbers and you take the list of the same 50 numbers and I will add them on this machine and you can add them in your head and it your number is wrong then you will buy the adding machine ok. Is this a deal, Uncle Snooks said sure you have a deal.
By this time the store was full of people wanting to see what was going to happen and who was going to win.
Each was given the list of the same numbers and then when the man had finished adding them up he said. "sir what is the amount that you came up with." Uncle Snooks told the man his number and the man said, see I told you this machine was smarter that you. Uncle Snooks said now wait a minute I have added this list up three times in my head and got the same number all three times and you only added it up once. What it sounds like to me is that you hit the wrong key and made a mistake. Why don't you add it up again and see if you get the same number. As the man added the numbers again being very careful to hit the correct keys he got the same number that Uncle Snooks had originally.
Before anyone could say anything the man went to his car in a hurry but as a crowd had come uo he had to sit patiently in his car until he was able to leave.
It was quite a few years before we got an adding machine.
By: Palmer Waters
Saturday, February 15, 2014
Joseph O. Waters Sr.
Joseph O.(Joe) Waters
Joseph O. Waters Sr, 84, of Commerce, died Monday, February 16, 2004.
A longtime businessman in Commerce, Mr. Waters was the Owner of Waters Brothers Furniture Company.
He was preceded in death by a daughter, Juanita W. Shippey.
Funeral services were held at 2:30 p.m. Wednesday, February 18, in the chapel of Ivie Funeral Home, Commerce, with Robert Flippo officiating. Burial was in Jackson Memorial Park, Commerce.
Mr. Waters is survived by his wife, Pauline Waters, of the home; two sons, Oliver Waters, Commerce, and Palmer Y. Waters, Memphis, Tenn.; a foster son, Bobby Blake, Augusta; two daughters, Mrs. Daniel (Lucy) Hagy, Commerce, and Mrs. Duane (Susan) Mathis, Redlands, Calif.; one brother, Dan Waters, Commerce; one sister, Mrs. Lottie Gary, Commerce; 18 grandchildren and 20 great-grandchildren.
Ivie Funeral Home was in charge of arrangements.
The Jackson Herald, February 18, 2004
Mary Pauline “Polly” Waters
Mary Pauline ‘Polly’ Waters
Mrs. Mary Pauline “Polly” Waters, of Commerce, died Wednesday, February 18, 2004, at her residence of an extended illness.
Funeral services were held at 11 a.m. Thursday, February 19, in the chapel of Ivie Funeral Home, Commerce. Burial was in Jackson Memorial Park, Commerce.
Survivors include two sons, J. Oliver Waters Jr., Commerce, and Palmer Y. Waters, Bartlett, Tenn.; a foster son, Bobby Blake, Augusta; two daughters, Mrs. Daniel (Lucy) Hagy, Commerce, and Mrs. Duane (Susan) Mathis, Redlands, Calif.; 18 grandchildren and 20 great-grandchildren.
Mrs. Waters was preceded in death by her husband, Joe Waters, and a daughter, Juanita W. Shippey.
Ivie Funeral Home was in charge of arrangements.
The Jackson Herald, February 25, 2004
Mrs. Mary Pauline “Polly” Waters, of Commerce, died Wednesday, February 18, 2004, at her residence of an extended illness.
Funeral services were held at 11 a.m. Thursday, February 19, in the chapel of Ivie Funeral Home, Commerce. Burial was in Jackson Memorial Park, Commerce.
Survivors include two sons, J. Oliver Waters Jr., Commerce, and Palmer Y. Waters, Bartlett, Tenn.; a foster son, Bobby Blake, Augusta; two daughters, Mrs. Daniel (Lucy) Hagy, Commerce, and Mrs. Duane (Susan) Mathis, Redlands, Calif.; 18 grandchildren and 20 great-grandchildren.
Mrs. Waters was preceded in death by her husband, Joe Waters, and a daughter, Juanita W. Shippey.
Ivie Funeral Home was in charge of arrangements.
The Jackson Herald, February 25, 2004
Mildred B. Gunter
Obituary Listing Mildred B. Gunter, 86, of Commerce died Sunday. Funeral, 11 a.m. today, Ivie Funeral Home.
Sidney N. Waters DDS
Sidney Waters Inc DDS PC
Contact Information
Sidney Waters Inc DDS PC230 Lanier Ave W Ste A
Fayetteville, GA 30214
Mailing address:
P.O. BOX 157
Fayetteville, GA 30214
Contact Name: Sidney Waters DDS
Title: President
Phone: 770-461-7875
Lemuel Grover Blalock
In Memory of
Lemuel Grover Blalock
December 3, 1923 - October 21, 2010
Obituary
Mr. Lemuel Grover Blalock of Augusta, Georgia passed away Thursday, October 21, 2010.
Mr. Blalock retired from DuPont with more than 35 years of service. He was a dedicated family man who cherished spending time with his family. He loved gardening and was never known to speak an unkind word to anyone or about anyone. Lemuel was "one of a kind", he was one of the first male volunteers at University Hospital on the Volunteer Board.
Mr. Blalock retired from DuPont with more than 35 years of service. He was a dedicated family man who cherished spending time with his family. He loved gardening and was never known to speak an unkind word to anyone or about anyone. Lemuel was "one of a kind", he was one of the first male volunteers at University Hospital on the Volunteer Board.
Mr. Blalock is survived by his wife, Juanette Jones Blalock; three daughters and son-in-law, Janet Blalock, Evelyn Blalock, Anita and Danny Averette; five precious grandchildren, Rachel, James, John, Daniel and Denver; and two sisters, Ruth Curry and Mildred Gunter.
The family will receive friends Sunday evening from 6 until 8 PM at the funeral home.
Funeral Services will be held 2 PM, Monday, October 25, 2010 in the Lumpkin Road Chapel of Elliott Sons Funeral Home with Pastors Richard Gasser and Leslie Pullen officiating. Interment will follow at Bellevue Memorial Gardens.
In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made to the American Heart Association, P. O. Box 15923, Augusta, GA 30919 or Lynndale Community Center, 1490 Eisenhower Drive, Augusta, Georgia 30904.
"Give service with a smile"
Arrangements under the direction of Elliott Sons Funeral Home, Augusta, GA.
Sarah Olene Crane
Sarah Crane
ATHENS – Sarah Olene Crane, 75, died Monday, November 23, 3009, at Heritage Nursing Home.Mrs. Crane was preceded in death by her parents, Thomas D. and Linnie Waters Turpin.
Survivors include a son, Sidney Crane, Athens; daughters, Linda Linch, Athens, Susan Sanchez and Cynthia Crane Rabara, both of San Diego, Calif., and Dr. Judy Drago, Hurtford, N.C.; a brother, Fred Turpin, Commerce; sister, Grace Mumblow, Anderson, S.C.; 16 grandchildren; and 23 great-grandchildren.
Funeral services will be held Saturday, November 28, at 2 p.m., in the chapel of Ivie Funeral Home with Linda Wollum, Bob Synan, and Scott Hamilton officiating. Burial will be in the Grey Hill Cemetery. The family will receive friends at the funeral home Friday, November 27, from 6 to 8 p.m.
Ivie Funeral Home, Commerce, is in charge of arrangements.
Joseph Oliver Waters Sr.
Joseph O Waters Sr - Commerce, GA(1919 - 2004) - Jackson Memorial Gardens
Joseph O
Waters Sr was born on March 4th, 1919 and died on February 16th, 2004. He was 84 years old when he died. Joseph was buried at Jackson
Memorial Gardens in Commerce, GA. He was a veteran of the following
wars: World War II.
Lottie Waters Gary
Obituary for Lottie Waters Gary
Ivie Funeral Home, Commerce, announces services for Lottie Waters Gary, 84, who was born Nov. 1, 1927 to P.Y. and Nettie Waters and who passed away on Feb. 26, 2012 at the NE GA Medical Center in Gainesville. She was married to W.W. (Jr.) Gary of Commerce. Other survivors include her sons, Kenneth (Susan) Gary of Braselton and Tony (Becky) Gary, also of Braselton; grandchildren, Tamara (Brendon) Briggs of Suwanee, Timothy (Sarah) Gary of Atlanta, Kelley (Lora) Gary of Hoschton, Mark (Lauren) Gary of Duluth, Teresa (Earl) Matthews of Braselton, Alison (Nathan) Potter of Midlothian, TX and Shelley (Brad) Chappell of Milford, NH; 14 great grandchildren. She was preceded in death by sisters, Thelma Blalock, Lennie Turpin, Nellie Wheeler, Alma Wilson, Ruth Waters; brothers, Howard Waters, Arthur Waters, Carson (Snooks) Waters, Emory (Stump) Waters, Joe Waters, Bob Waters and Dan Waters. Funeral services are scheduled for Wednesday at 11 AM with Charles Vaughn and Linda Woollum officiating. Interment will follow in the Jackson Memorial Gardens. The family will receive friends at the funeral home on Tuesday evening from 5:30-8:30 PM.Daniel (Dan) A. Waters
Daniel "Dan" Andrew Waters
Born: Died: (April 13, 2007) Age:
Daniel "Dan" Andrew Waters, 82, of Commerce died Friday at his residence.
Born in Jackson County to the late P.Y. Waters and Nettie Lester Waters, he worked in construction and was a veteran of the U.S. Army, having served during World War II.
Survivors include his wife, Nettie Louise Barnett Waters, Commerce; son, Danny Waters, Commerce; daughter, Sandra Waters Mulkey, Demorest; sister, Lottie Gary, Commerce; two grandchildren; and three great-grandchildren.
The family will receive friends from 6 to 8:30 p.m. Saturday at the funeral home.
Funeral services are scheduled for 2 p.m. Sunday, April 15, 2007, in the chapel of Ivie Funeral Home. Burial will be in Jackson Memorial Park.
Ivie Funeral Home, Commerce
The Times, Gainesville, Ga., April 14, 2007
Married To: Nettie Louise Barnett Waters
Daughter: Sandra Waters Mulkey
Married To: Leroy (Lee) Mulkey)
Son(s): Doug Mulkey
Married To: Sue Mulkey
Son(s): Matthew Mulkey
Thomas Mulkey
Anthony Mulkey
Son(s): Greg Mulkey (on right)
Married To: Kat Mulkey
Son: L. Daniel (Danny) Waters
Married To: Denise Lord Waters
Friday, February 14, 2014
Mrs. P.Y.Waters Grocery
My grandmother had a Mercantile Store and we sold everything in that store. We would trade with the local farmers for meat, milk and eggs for things that they needed around their home. I never saw my grandmother working there but she had four sons that were involved in the running of the store. Uncle (Snooks) Carson C., Uncle (Bob) Robert. Uncle (Dan) Daniel, and my dad (Joe) Joseph.
Their dad P.Y. Waters had died when my dad was 15 years old. He was a Barber as well as having the Mercantile Store in Harmony Grove, GA. After his death Snooks and my dad ran the store and Bob and Dan were building homes when they got older.
We had many learning experiences growing up in the store and working with our aunts and uncles and helping the customers and filling the grocery orders so that the food could be delivered to our customers.
There was a large pot belly cast iron stove in the middle of the back of the store that kept it warm and tosty in the winter and fans overhead that kept it cool in the summer. The old stove would burn our boxes but it also burned coal.
We had a young man who did odd jobs around the store and his name was Pete Crocker. He loved to draw and he would tear of the box tops as the shelves were loaded with new stock and he would draw pictures of cowboy's or superman on them and sell them for a 25 cents. (I still to this day have a copy of one that he drew for me.) He loved to load up the drink box and he would always put his favorite drinks close to the compressor in the box so that his drinks would always have slush in the drink. We would sometimes play a game when we got us a 6 ounce coke,(5 cents and later they went to 6 cents) on the bottom of the bottle was the name of the city where the coke was originally bottled. Whoever got the drink with the bottle that was the farthest away they go their drink free. When they went to 6 cents they added a coin holder on the side where you could add your penny.
I remember the front door screens came from Holsom Bakery in Athens who was the distributor for Hostess Breads. Each Spring they would install new wooden screen doors in different colors with silk screen printing on the screens advertising their products.
We sold hoop cheese and we would cut off what ever amount that the customer wanted. I remember that some of the milk that you had to skim off the fat before you could drink the milk. We sold butter that some of the local farmer's wives had made and one lady in particular would always put a star in the top of her butter.
We had a candy case and it seems to me that the candy bars were a lot larger than the ones that we have now. As the price went up the size of the bars began to shrink. You could get a lot of candy for a dime because many of it was two for a penny, like Mary Janes, B.B. Bats, Kisses, Kits , Chocolate Footballs, Bubble Gum, Soda taffy. I guess that you can see that I loved candy.
We sold hardware, bathroom fixtures, well pumps, wringer washes, cast iron cook ware, cook ware, blue jeans, bib overalls, shoes, boots, cloth, buttons, belts, can goods, furniture, and much more. If the customer wanted it we got it for them. My dad would go to Atlanta every week and get a load of new merchandise and we stock back the store. We carried our own accounts for the customer and every week they would come in and pay on their bill and buy more. My mother would collect for those that lived out in the country areas as well as Nicholson, Center, Brockton, Jefferson, Maysville, Homer, and Gillsville.
We sold seed for planting gardens as well as plants in the spring time. We sold cattle feed and salt blocks and dog food.
Customers would call in their order and my Aunt Willie Mae (Aunt Bill) or Aunt Hattie would take their order and write it down and whoever was working that day they would call out what they needed and we would get it off of the shelf and bring it to them as they checked it off of the list. Aunt Bill loved to check out what everyone was getting and if they got something extra or different she just knew that they had company coming to visit.
W had an ice cream freezer in the front of the store that was watched over by Aunt Bill. Not much ever got by her that she didn't know about. If you got a Nutty Buddy that had an extra cone you would get another ice cream of your choice. She took her customer orders up by the front door and welcomed the customers and Aunt Hattie took call from the phone located by the counter where the groceries were readied for delivery.
We also sold coal, kerosene, and gas. I remember the gas pump if the customer wanted one gallon you would set it for one gallon and the glass dome on the top would fill with one gallon and then you poured it with the hose into their tank.
Some of the people that worked for us that I remember were Till Leach, Hershal Cotrell, Pete Crocker, Bobby Ayers, Ducks Barton, Till Leach, Jewel Gillispie, and a bunch of our cousins.
By: Palmer Waters
Pauline B. Waters
My mother passed away in Feburary 2004 three days after my dad. It was the day of his funeral and it was going to be in the afternoon and she died around 10:00 a.m..
They had been married 62 years and in would have been 63 years.
When we were there in December she had told my dad that she was ready to go home and as she had Alzheimer's he thought that she was confused and didn't think that she knew where she was because she was at their home and many time she didn't know where she was. She looked at my dad and said not this home but that home pointing upward. She was ready for the eternal home, dad said can you hold on a little while and she replied that yes she could.
It was like she just knew that he was gone and she willed herself to go to. We had both together in the same room for her viewing and they were both in the Chapel for her funeral. They would have loved hearing the grandchildren sing at their funeral, I don't know how they did it but it was what they would have wanted.
They were both laid to rest at the Graveyard on Jefferson Rd. beside each other, just like they had stood beside each other for 62 years.
My mother was the middle child of five children, and she grew up in a big city and it was a change to come and live in a small town I'm sure.
I had an Uncle that told a story about my mother when she first came to Commerce, and several times per week she was wanting to serve a meat with her meal and he told her, Polly, this is a small town not the big city and here we are lucky if we get meat on Sunday. Some how she adjusted to a small town and we enjoyed growing up in a community of family and friends.
My dad's mother our Grandmother would go with my mother when she collected for the store. In the country area there were plenty of dirt roads with wooden bridges and some were even covered bridges.
Before my Grandmother would let my mother drive across the bridge, she would make my mother get out and walk across the bridge and back to the car before she would ride over the bridge in the car. I always thought that this was so funny because she wasn't very bid and the car with us in it, it's weight was always more. But she knew that she was satisfied and then she would let her drive over the bridge. Some roads may have several bridges on it and she would do this on every bridge.
They had been married 62 years and in would have been 63 years.
When we were there in December she had told my dad that she was ready to go home and as she had Alzheimer's he thought that she was confused and didn't think that she knew where she was because she was at their home and many time she didn't know where she was. She looked at my dad and said not this home but that home pointing upward. She was ready for the eternal home, dad said can you hold on a little while and she replied that yes she could.
It was like she just knew that he was gone and she willed herself to go to. We had both together in the same room for her viewing and they were both in the Chapel for her funeral. They would have loved hearing the grandchildren sing at their funeral, I don't know how they did it but it was what they would have wanted.
They were both laid to rest at the Graveyard on Jefferson Rd. beside each other, just like they had stood beside each other for 62 years.
My mother was the middle child of five children, and she grew up in a big city and it was a change to come and live in a small town I'm sure.
I had an Uncle that told a story about my mother when she first came to Commerce, and several times per week she was wanting to serve a meat with her meal and he told her, Polly, this is a small town not the big city and here we are lucky if we get meat on Sunday. Some how she adjusted to a small town and we enjoyed growing up in a community of family and friends.
My dad's mother our Grandmother would go with my mother when she collected for the store. In the country area there were plenty of dirt roads with wooden bridges and some were even covered bridges.
Before my Grandmother would let my mother drive across the bridge, she would make my mother get out and walk across the bridge and back to the car before she would ride over the bridge in the car. I always thought that this was so funny because she wasn't very bid and the car with us in it, it's weight was always more. But she knew that she was satisfied and then she would let her drive over the bridge. Some roads may have several bridges on it and she would do this on every bridge.
Sunday, February 2, 2014
Joseph O. Waters Sr.
This month on the fifteenth will be the day that my dad died. He had, had an aneurysm and had never been in the hospital overnight until this happened. It is hard to believe that he has been gone for ten years.
When he was in the hospital those last days we were told that he was blinded by the aneurysm and that he would not be able to speak. We were all gathered beside his bed and he spoke one word and he said baby. I told him that mother was across the hall and that she was doing ok. Then he said you're the baby. With tears rolling down my face I knew that he was still there, we had all heard him speak and we were speechless. When the doctor came in I told him that he had talked and he said that there was know way that this could have happened. We were just wanting him to speak and we thought that he had. I told the doctor you stand here and listen. Daddy was always making up rhymes and poems that he had learned, so I started the one about The Purple Cow. I said I never saw a purple cow, and then I waited and waited and waited and as the doctor started to speak, dad said clear as a bell. "I hope I never see one." This is when the doctor said this is just a miracle that he can do this. So I continued to the next line. "But I can tell you anyhow," and I waited and then dad spoke again, I'd rather see than be one.
The Purple Cow
I never saw a Purple Cow,
I hope I never see one.
But I can tell you anyhow,
I'd rather see, than be one.
As a child we were told this story about the Purple Cow poem. When he was in the second grade they had to learn a poem and recite it before the class the next day. He was going to do a Robert Frost Poem, but when he got home he forgot all about it until he was in class the next day. There was a little girl that set in front of him and she was trying to memorize her poem when the alarm went off that he hadn't memorized a poem. So he kept listening to the little girl trying to learn hers when he memorized it he raised his had to let his teacher know that he was ready to do his poem.
As he stood in front of the class and started to recite his poem the little girl shouted out that that was her poem. When he finished the poem she called the little girl up to say the poem and she didn't have it in her memory yet.
Today as it was raining and we couldn't go outside several of his stories came tumbling back in my memory and Chloe said Poppy why do you look so sad. I explained to her about the stories that my day used to tell us and the fun that we had as a child growing up, and how he loved children and how that she would have loved him, and would have loved to listen to him telling his stories. She said, "Poppy, that why I have you as my grandfather so you can tell me those stories as well as your stories growing up."
The day that we were having my dad's funeral we got a call just before the funeral that my mom had passed away at home. It was bad to lose one parent but another thing altogether to lose them both. The Funeral Home said that it was to late not stop Dad's funeral, but we could hold the burial at the graveside until the next day and we would have mom's viewing that evening while people were still there and we would bury them both the next day after mom's funeral.
When he was in the hospital those last days we were told that he was blinded by the aneurysm and that he would not be able to speak. We were all gathered beside his bed and he spoke one word and he said baby. I told him that mother was across the hall and that she was doing ok. Then he said you're the baby. With tears rolling down my face I knew that he was still there, we had all heard him speak and we were speechless. When the doctor came in I told him that he had talked and he said that there was know way that this could have happened. We were just wanting him to speak and we thought that he had. I told the doctor you stand here and listen. Daddy was always making up rhymes and poems that he had learned, so I started the one about The Purple Cow. I said I never saw a purple cow, and then I waited and waited and waited and as the doctor started to speak, dad said clear as a bell. "I hope I never see one." This is when the doctor said this is just a miracle that he can do this. So I continued to the next line. "But I can tell you anyhow," and I waited and then dad spoke again, I'd rather see than be one.
The Purple Cow
I never saw a Purple Cow,
I hope I never see one.
But I can tell you anyhow,
I'd rather see, than be one.
As a child we were told this story about the Purple Cow poem. When he was in the second grade they had to learn a poem and recite it before the class the next day. He was going to do a Robert Frost Poem, but when he got home he forgot all about it until he was in class the next day. There was a little girl that set in front of him and she was trying to memorize her poem when the alarm went off that he hadn't memorized a poem. So he kept listening to the little girl trying to learn hers when he memorized it he raised his had to let his teacher know that he was ready to do his poem.
As he stood in front of the class and started to recite his poem the little girl shouted out that that was her poem. When he finished the poem she called the little girl up to say the poem and she didn't have it in her memory yet.
Today as it was raining and we couldn't go outside several of his stories came tumbling back in my memory and Chloe said Poppy why do you look so sad. I explained to her about the stories that my day used to tell us and the fun that we had as a child growing up, and how he loved children and how that she would have loved him, and would have loved to listen to him telling his stories. She said, "Poppy, that why I have you as my grandfather so you can tell me those stories as well as your stories growing up."
The day that we were having my dad's funeral we got a call just before the funeral that my mom had passed away at home. It was bad to lose one parent but another thing altogether to lose them both. The Funeral Home said that it was to late not stop Dad's funeral, but we could hold the burial at the graveside until the next day and we would have mom's viewing that evening while people were still there and we would bury them both the next day after mom's funeral.
Saturday, February 1, 2014
Happy Valentines Day
Some Cards From The 1950's
Some Cards From The 1940's
Some Cards From The 1930's
Some Cards From The 1920's
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