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PAGE 8B - The Malakoff News - Wednesday, June 13, 2001 MEMORIES OF DADS Ioretta Humble: Daddy was more than old enough to be my grandfa- ther. His oldest son was 32 when I came along. Daddy's first wife had died, leaving him with four teen- agers, stair stepping down from 18 years to 12 or 1.3. He met Mama through some sort of column in a newspaper. He was 44 and she was 22. My sister Mary (of Reppond's Roundup) was born the next year, and after that they lost two babies. I came 12 years after Mary. Daddy was a farmer most of his lifel though he dabbled in a few other things. By t he time I knew him he had slowed down a lot, but still worked hard all the time. He planted the first domestic pecan or- chard in our area. You can still see it about four miles south of town on what is now the Anding Place. We lived very simply. Sometimes we had a car, sometimes not. I remem- ber clearly riding to Malakoff in a horse drawn wagon and parking behind Kirby's to get our week's supply of groceries. When Daddy's teeth got bad he had them pulled and didn't bother to get any more. He shaved once a week, whether he needed it or not. He dipped snuff. Before I knew better I used to be embarr'assed by these things. Later on I came to understand how imPortant characteris, and that not everybody is as honest and giving as my daddy was. Anybody who knew him would tell you Daddy was an upright man, who would go the extra mile for anybody who needed him, even at con- siderable cost to himself. He would never lie, and never cheat anybody, and as far I can remember, never badmouth anybody. I finally got enough sense to appreciate these quali- ties, and, I hope, to incor- porate some of them into my own life. Hartsel Godwin: My father was a builder in a coalmining town in West Virginia. I guess he was a good one, because he built some big things. I don't think he had over a 4th or 5th grade education, but he was an intelligent man. He amazed my son when he was 70 or 80 and was quoting all sorts of po- etry to 'him. He was strict, but he never whipped me. I sometimes would have Tools & Gii00 Ideas For Dad!! at Refuge #2 Large Selection At Wholesale Prices Open Friday & Saturday or Call 778.2781 for an appointment Imllllllll I I J [ [ I II I II STEAKS - ITALIAN - SEAFOOD - CAJUN The original owners of the Jubilee House Restaurant are back in town, on the square, with Mr. B's Grill, offering the service and great food you've been looking forl Come see us soonl Hours Tuee . Sat t t am - 9 pm Sunday noon buffot 11 am. 2 pm Sat & Sun Brunch 9 am - 2INn Closed Monday A Familiar Place 114 L Ca Sttt On the Square. Athens (903) 677-136t preferred a whipping. He worked hard. He said hard work never killed anybody. I guess that's true. He lived to be 96. Any thing good about me came from the raising I got from my dad and my mother. He loved to go places, picnics, trips. We would go to Washington D. C. on" La- bor Day in an old Nash or Ford. In those days that was a three-day trip. We'd go to the Smithsonian and the zoo. I remember we were on one of thos e trips; it was in 1939, and we were in a little old motel. There was a radio on a shelf above the office door, and I remember hearing Hitler had invaded Poland. My dad was a great sto- ryteller. One story he told was about his father who had lived on a dirt road in the mountains in West Vir- ginia where he operated a grist mill, and also would put travelers up for the night. I remember him tell- ing about a salesman he took in, fed his horse, fed the salesman, gav e him a bed and a big breakfast. When the salesman asked how much, my grandfather said, " You reckon ten cents would be too much?'" Nell Godwin My mother died when I was two and a half years old. I was the youngest of seven kids. My dad never remarried, but raised us with the help of the older kids. He was a bricklayer. He said any woman he'd have wouldn't marry a man with seven kids. We didn't have any kind of fans or air conditioning, and my dad would put a pil- low in the window in the summer, and lay me there, so if there were any breeze I would get it. Tommy Tanner Tommy says the great gift his father, Snooks Tanner, gave him was the time he spent with Tommy. They hunted and fished together and Snooks was never too busy for him. Tommy says he tries to spend time with his children, but sometimes when he looks around and sees they are nearly grown, he wishes he had found more time. Tommy was doubly blessed by having an aunt and uncle, Richard and Evelyn Tanner, who, having no children of their own, were like an extra set of par- ents to Tommy. Tim Trimble "To a special man on Father's Day" It would take me all night to tell a little story about our fa- ther, and it's not from a lack of words, but the fact of getting too emo- tional before the story is told. A rrole model for any man to look up to. A man who doesn't mind going the ex- tra mile. I'm sure if you ask him about his kids, grand- children, and great-grand- children, you would prob- ably feel sorry for Homer Ray. But in spite of the headache, ulcers, and sometimes high blood pres- sure, our father continues to show his love for his family. It was not that easy as some people might have thought of growing up in the Trimble family. While other kids played on the back- then Junior High campus, we were taught at an early age about how to plant a garden. One of Dad's pet peeves was keeping the ice trays filled, and the trash can emptied. Homework had to be done before we even thought about asking , to go out and play. Star Harbor will always be d pleasant memory due to the fact it was there I was in- troduced to a push lawnmower to earn my weekend money. All of these things at the time has made us better people to- day. We could call him our modern day Martin Luther King, but I think he wbuld rather just stay plain old Homer Ray, a man who don't mind helping others. His repayment for his help would only be for you to be the best you can be, or at least try. From all his fam- ily, Tim. Meta, June, Angle, Eric. Anita. Destiny, Sumikd, Kesha, Shena, Tiffany, Alex, Sederic, Laporsha, Peyton." Pat Rudkin My Dad was a very col- orful character, but he was. a father who could raise his right eyebrow and look you in the eye and put unparal- leled fear into any of my four brothers, four sisters, or myself. He could charm any stranger and entertain them with his wonderful sto- ries, but to his children he was a strict displinarian. We all towed the line he drew. Dad was self-educated man who was responsible for providing for a large family during the depres- sion no less. He became a skilled toolmaker and when he had saved enough money he bought a farm, into a small town in a very old house, which of course he had to remodel. He sold it and bought a piece of land and, of course, he had to build a house on it and subdivided the rest of the property to build more houses and so he had be- come a contractor. And when my brothers returned from the Second World War and the Korean War, didn't Dad give them a lot to build their own homes. When at the age of 70 he sold his house and bought a piece of property, my brothers encouraged him to build a small house for just the two of them in their lat- ter years. Dad built a three- bedroom house with a cir- cular two-story tall turret which was pretty smart dining room made of stone thing to do when;yeuflave and tPj12ed with a copper nine kids. Thera!i  roofi" 7t, ie layed all that old tobacco barn on it and he (with the help of my brothers, I'm sure) tore it down and rebuilt it into a fine house. In our next house there was only a wood stove to provide heat and no indoor plumbing. I remember when I was little, Dad sitting up at night with a blanket wrapped around him stoking that fire to keep us warm; And while sitting there night after night he was reading and studying thick black books on heat- ing and plumbing and, of course, before long we had a furnace in our house and indoor plumbing. Farming was pretty iffy and not a very lucrative profession so Dad sold the farm and moved our family Gifts For The "Outdoors" Dad Hunting. Boating Fishing. Ducks Antiques & The list goes on! :: Sagebrush Emporium : 1 / f stone by himself, of course. Today my three brothers are contractors and own farms and my fourth brother is skilled tool- maker. Many nephews are also involved in the con- struction industry from ar- chitects to contractors and my sister is a very success- ful interior designer. Each and every one of my broth- ers and sisters has an "I can do that!" attftude. We got that from our Dad! Tomorrow, my husband and I have an appointment with an architect so we can put on an addition and re- model our house! Of course, my Dad is looking down on me reprimanding me about that architect tell- ing me "You can do that!" So won't I be telling that architect exactly what I have designed in a Geor- gian-Low Country design on the exterior and where every wall will be placed on the inside so I can have the pretty plans to satisfy the inspectors? Of course! My Dad was a very col- orful character, but he was a father who could raise his right eyebrow and look you in the eye and put unparal- leled fear into any of my four brothers, four sisters, or myself. He could charm any stranger and entertain them with his wonderful sto- ries, but to his children he was a strict displinarian. We all towed the line he drew. Dad was self-educated man who was responsible for providing for a large family during the depres- Continued on page 9B