Earman Petway McCaleb was my dearly loved maternal Grandfather. He was born September 18, 1896. The fifth child of Samuel Joseph (Joe) and Louella Harrison McCaleb, of Putnam County, Tennessee. Grandpa McCaleb was the first of my Grandparents to pass from this life, and Grandpa's first day in heaven was October 18, in 1971. All who knew him, knew Grandpa McCaleb as a good man, upright and trustworthy. He had a sterling reputation in his community and all those who knew him best, loved him the most. He married Miss Birdie Mae Anderson, in Lucky, Tennessee on May 1, 1921. They were blessed with nine children. Grandpa followed in the ways of the Lord. He loved his Lord and his family. He was hard working, a farmer, by trade. I always remember him wearing overalls, except for Sundays, when he would dress for church. In my mind's eye, I can still see him wearing a soft gray suit and tie, with a dress hat, the kind of hat that gentlemen of that day wore to church.
The day started mighty early for Grandpa, and Grandma always made the most wonderful breakfast you've ever seen. She would cook up a storm in those cast iron pots and pans. One of my most vivid memories of Grandpa was at breakfast, sitting at the head of the table, by the window as he prayed over the food, he would then mix together clover honey with butter, and sop it up with one of Grandma's hot biscuits. Then off to work he'd go and we wouldn't see him again until he came home late in the evening. Many mornings he would let my brothers and I go with him to the chicken coup and collect the eggs, how grand it all was, "How Green Was My Valley Then". I recall how often, I would sit in his lap, and he would let me examine his beautiful pocket watch, of which never ceased to amaze me. I suppose pocket watches are now considered more or less a thing of the past, but I know they'll always be special to me, because of Grandpa.
Grandpa McCaleb, was a blessed man, and we, his family were blessed by the life he led. My Mother said, Grandpa always planted popcorn and peanuts as treats for us kids and that, while they may have been poor, they always ate good. I still remember one incident that stands out vividly in my mind… the day he was laid to rest, out at the Providence Cemetery. It was a long drive out to the cemetery and as we were on the last stretch of highway, on the side of the road, as we were passing by, we all saw a farmer standing out in his field, aside his tractor, with his head bowed and hat in hand over his heart. It was a fitting tribute, made somehow even more endearing, having come from another farmer. As I said, it was one of those moments...... I have never forgotten. The Word says, "Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His Saints", and like the words of the beautiful old song...... "Could we with ink the ocean fill, And were the skies of parchment made, Were every stalk on earth a quill. And every man a scribe by trade; To write the love of God above, would drain the ocean dry; Nor could the scroll contain the whole, Though stretched from sky to sky." When you're a Christian, love is your foundation, it's written that Love never fails. Grandpa McCaleb believed it, and so do I.
The day started mighty early for Grandpa, and Grandma always made the most wonderful breakfast you've ever seen. She would cook up a storm in those cast iron pots and pans. One of my most vivid memories of Grandpa was at breakfast, sitting at the head of the table, by the window as he prayed over the food, he would then mix together clover honey with butter, and sop it up with one of Grandma's hot biscuits. Then off to work he'd go and we wouldn't see him again until he came home late in the evening. Many mornings he would let my brothers and I go with him to the chicken coup and collect the eggs, how grand it all was, "How Green Was My Valley Then". I recall how often, I would sit in his lap, and he would let me examine his beautiful pocket watch, of which never ceased to amaze me. I suppose pocket watches are now considered more or less a thing of the past, but I know they'll always be special to me, because of Grandpa.
Grandpa McCaleb, was a blessed man, and we, his family were blessed by the life he led. My Mother said, Grandpa always planted popcorn and peanuts as treats for us kids and that, while they may have been poor, they always ate good. I still remember one incident that stands out vividly in my mind… the day he was laid to rest, out at the Providence Cemetery. It was a long drive out to the cemetery and as we were on the last stretch of highway, on the side of the road, as we were passing by, we all saw a farmer standing out in his field, aside his tractor, with his head bowed and hat in hand over his heart. It was a fitting tribute, made somehow even more endearing, having come from another farmer. As I said, it was one of those moments...... I have never forgotten. The Word says, "Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His Saints", and like the words of the beautiful old song...... "Could we with ink the ocean fill, And were the skies of parchment made, Were every stalk on earth a quill. And every man a scribe by trade; To write the love of God above, would drain the ocean dry; Nor could the scroll contain the whole, Though stretched from sky to sky." When you're a Christian, love is your foundation, it's written that Love never fails. Grandpa McCaleb believed it, and so do I.
Earman Petway McCaleb was my dearly loved maternal Grandfather. He was born September 18, 1896. The fifth child of Samuel Joseph (Joe) and Louella Harrison McCaleb, of Putnam County, Tennessee. Grandpa McCaleb was the first of my Grandparents to pass from this life, and Grandpa's first day in heaven was October 18, in 1971. All who knew him, knew Grandpa McCaleb as a good man, upright and trustworthy. He had a sterling reputation in his community and all those who knew him best, loved him the most. He married Miss Birdie Mae Anderson, in Lucky, Tennessee on May 1, 1921. They were blessed with nine children. Grandpa followed in the ways of the Lord. He loved his Lord and his family. He was hard working, a farmer, by trade. I always remember him wearing overalls, except for Sundays, when he would dress for church. In my mind's eye, I can still see him wearing a soft gray suit and tie, with a dress hat, the kind of hat that gentlemen of that day wore to church.
The day started mighty early for Grandpa, and Grandma always made the most wonderful breakfast you've ever seen. She would cook up a storm in those cast iron pots and pans. One of my most vivid memories of Grandpa was at breakfast, sitting at the head of the table, by the window as he prayed over the food, he would then mix together clover honey with butter, and sop it up with one of Grandma's hot biscuits. Then off to work he'd go and we wouldn't see him again until he came home late in the evening. Many mornings he would let my brothers and I go with him to the chicken coup and collect the eggs, how grand it all was, "How Green Was My Valley Then". I recall how often, I would sit in his lap, and he would let me examine his beautiful pocket watch, of which never ceased to amaze me. I suppose pocket watches are now considered more or less a thing of the past, but I know they'll always be special to me, because of Grandpa.
Grandpa McCaleb, was a blessed man, and we, his family were blessed by the life he led. My Mother said, Grandpa always planted popcorn and peanuts as treats for us kids and that, while they may have been poor, they always ate good. I still remember one incident that stands out vividly in my mind… the day he was laid to rest, out at the Providence Cemetery. It was a long drive out to the cemetery and as we were on the last stretch of highway, on the side of the road, as we were passing by, we all saw a farmer standing out in his field, aside his tractor, with his head bowed and hat in hand over his heart. It was a fitting tribute, made somehow even more endearing, having come from another farmer. As I said, it was one of those moments...... I have never forgotten. The Word says, "Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His Saints", and like the words of the beautiful old song...... "Could we with ink the ocean fill, And were the skies of parchment made, Were every stalk on earth a quill. And every man a scribe by trade; To write the love of God above, would drain the ocean dry; Nor could the scroll contain the whole, Though stretched from sky to sky." When you're a Christian, love is your foundation, it's written that Love never fails. Grandpa McCaleb believed it, and so do I.
The day started mighty early for Grandpa, and Grandma always made the most wonderful breakfast you've ever seen. She would cook up a storm in those cast iron pots and pans. One of my most vivid memories of Grandpa was at breakfast, sitting at the head of the table, by the window as he prayed over the food, he would then mix together clover honey with butter, and sop it up with one of Grandma's hot biscuits. Then off to work he'd go and we wouldn't see him again until he came home late in the evening. Many mornings he would let my brothers and I go with him to the chicken coup and collect the eggs, how grand it all was, "How Green Was My Valley Then". I recall how often, I would sit in his lap, and he would let me examine his beautiful pocket watch, of which never ceased to amaze me. I suppose pocket watches are now considered more or less a thing of the past, but I know they'll always be special to me, because of Grandpa.
Grandpa McCaleb, was a blessed man, and we, his family were blessed by the life he led. My Mother said, Grandpa always planted popcorn and peanuts as treats for us kids and that, while they may have been poor, they always ate good. I still remember one incident that stands out vividly in my mind… the day he was laid to rest, out at the Providence Cemetery. It was a long drive out to the cemetery and as we were on the last stretch of highway, on the side of the road, as we were passing by, we all saw a farmer standing out in his field, aside his tractor, with his head bowed and hat in hand over his heart. It was a fitting tribute, made somehow even more endearing, having come from another farmer. As I said, it was one of those moments...... I have never forgotten. The Word says, "Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His Saints", and like the words of the beautiful old song...... "Could we with ink the ocean fill, And were the skies of parchment made, Were every stalk on earth a quill. And every man a scribe by trade; To write the love of God above, would drain the ocean dry; Nor could the scroll contain the whole, Though stretched from sky to sky." When you're a Christian, love is your foundation, it's written that Love never fails. Grandpa McCaleb believed it, and so do I.
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