In Precious Memory of...
✞James Otto Williams✞
James Otto Williams is the son of Thomas Franklin and Tenney Ivey Williams.
He married Gladys Muriel Tingle October 20, 1951 in Monroe Co., GA (license obtained in Spalding Co., GA)
Daddy loved the outdoors. He was always up before the sun and went to bed "with the chickens" as he would always say. He took pride in cleaning up and maintaining the farm that was handed down to him from his Daddy. He always said the home place took his education as he had to quit Castleberry School at the tender age of 10 to help his parents on the farm. I think because he had the home place and very little education he had to make the most of what was given him and that's why he invested lots of blood, sweat, and I'm sure even some tears into the place he called home for more than a half century. He was a great carpenter, often called upon by others in the community to build new houses or make repairs/remodel older homes. He and his Daddy and brothers built the home where he and my Mama raised their family. One of his best friends on the farm was "Johnna" his old John Deere tractor. He spent hours riding Johnna all over the homeplace plowing, mowing, grading, or sometimes just riding. He made sure every year he planted and tended his garden. It wasn't the gardening so much that he enjoyed as it was harvesting the crops and sharing them with family and neighbors. We used to tease him when he go to deliver vegetables to someone and would return home to say "Oh they weren't home, but I left the tomatoes hanging from their door knob." We would tell him, they weren't gone, they were really home and just didn't want anymore of his vegetables because they still hadn't eaten the ones he left last week.
He often would walk to his sister's house after lunch while it was much to hot to be working in the fields. Aunt Dafner always thought he was just coming to visit her, but we all know he had an ulterior motive- to gain access to her coconut cake! My daddy loved his sister's coconut cake. It seemed like she made one every week just for him because she knew he would come by everyday after lunch before returning to the fields to work and visit with her to have his piece of cake. I'm not sure who enjoyed those visits more, but I'd like to think he did because of the cake he knew she would have waiting for him. After his visit with his sister he would return the fields to work until sundown.
Another passion of my father's was his grandchildren. Oh how he adored each one of those kids. Which ever grandkid he happened to be talking about at the moment was always his "favorite". I know my daughter Sarah, loved walking in his footsteps all over the farm as she was growing up. Those kids could always count on Granddaddy for tractor rides, three wheeler rides, peppermint candy, and lots of hugs! Lot's of hugs.
My Daddy was quite a simple man who had a heart of gold. Oh how I miss you Daddy!
Bio written by Benae Williams Hogan, in memory of the man who gave her life and by whom she measured every other man.)
✞James Otto Williams✞
James Otto Williams is the son of Thomas Franklin and Tenney Ivey Williams.
He married Gladys Muriel Tingle October 20, 1951 in Monroe Co., GA (license obtained in Spalding Co., GA)
Daddy loved the outdoors. He was always up before the sun and went to bed "with the chickens" as he would always say. He took pride in cleaning up and maintaining the farm that was handed down to him from his Daddy. He always said the home place took his education as he had to quit Castleberry School at the tender age of 10 to help his parents on the farm. I think because he had the home place and very little education he had to make the most of what was given him and that's why he invested lots of blood, sweat, and I'm sure even some tears into the place he called home for more than a half century. He was a great carpenter, often called upon by others in the community to build new houses or make repairs/remodel older homes. He and his Daddy and brothers built the home where he and my Mama raised their family. One of his best friends on the farm was "Johnna" his old John Deere tractor. He spent hours riding Johnna all over the homeplace plowing, mowing, grading, or sometimes just riding. He made sure every year he planted and tended his garden. It wasn't the gardening so much that he enjoyed as it was harvesting the crops and sharing them with family and neighbors. We used to tease him when he go to deliver vegetables to someone and would return home to say "Oh they weren't home, but I left the tomatoes hanging from their door knob." We would tell him, they weren't gone, they were really home and just didn't want anymore of his vegetables because they still hadn't eaten the ones he left last week.
He often would walk to his sister's house after lunch while it was much to hot to be working in the fields. Aunt Dafner always thought he was just coming to visit her, but we all know he had an ulterior motive- to gain access to her coconut cake! My daddy loved his sister's coconut cake. It seemed like she made one every week just for him because she knew he would come by everyday after lunch before returning to the fields to work and visit with her to have his piece of cake. I'm not sure who enjoyed those visits more, but I'd like to think he did because of the cake he knew she would have waiting for him. After his visit with his sister he would return the fields to work until sundown.
Another passion of my father's was his grandchildren. Oh how he adored each one of those kids. Which ever grandkid he happened to be talking about at the moment was always his "favorite". I know my daughter Sarah, loved walking in his footsteps all over the farm as she was growing up. Those kids could always count on Granddaddy for tractor rides, three wheeler rides, peppermint candy, and lots of hugs! Lot's of hugs.
My Daddy was quite a simple man who had a heart of gold. Oh how I miss you Daddy!
Bio written by Benae Williams Hogan, in memory of the man who gave her life and by whom she measured every other man.)
In Precious Memory of...
✞James Otto Williams✞
James Otto Williams is the son of Thomas Franklin and Tenney Ivey Williams.
He married Gladys Muriel Tingle October 20, 1951 in Monroe Co., GA (license obtained in Spalding Co., GA)
Daddy loved the outdoors. He was always up before the sun and went to bed "with the chickens" as he would always say. He took pride in cleaning up and maintaining the farm that was handed down to him from his Daddy. He always said the home place took his education as he had to quit Castleberry School at the tender age of 10 to help his parents on the farm. I think because he had the home place and very little education he had to make the most of what was given him and that's why he invested lots of blood, sweat, and I'm sure even some tears into the place he called home for more than a half century. He was a great carpenter, often called upon by others in the community to build new houses or make repairs/remodel older homes. He and his Daddy and brothers built the home where he and my Mama raised their family. One of his best friends on the farm was "Johnna" his old John Deere tractor. He spent hours riding Johnna all over the homeplace plowing, mowing, grading, or sometimes just riding. He made sure every year he planted and tended his garden. It wasn't the gardening so much that he enjoyed as it was harvesting the crops and sharing them with family and neighbors. We used to tease him when he go to deliver vegetables to someone and would return home to say "Oh they weren't home, but I left the tomatoes hanging from their door knob." We would tell him, they weren't gone, they were really home and just didn't want anymore of his vegetables because they still hadn't eaten the ones he left last week.
He often would walk to his sister's house after lunch while it was much to hot to be working in the fields. Aunt Dafner always thought he was just coming to visit her, but we all know he had an ulterior motive- to gain access to her coconut cake! My daddy loved his sister's coconut cake. It seemed like she made one every week just for him because she knew he would come by everyday after lunch before returning to the fields to work and visit with her to have his piece of cake. I'm not sure who enjoyed those visits more, but I'd like to think he did because of the cake he knew she would have waiting for him. After his visit with his sister he would return the fields to work until sundown.
Another passion of my father's was his grandchildren. Oh how he adored each one of those kids. Which ever grandkid he happened to be talking about at the moment was always his "favorite". I know my daughter Sarah, loved walking in his footsteps all over the farm as she was growing up. Those kids could always count on Granddaddy for tractor rides, three wheeler rides, peppermint candy, and lots of hugs! Lot's of hugs.
My Daddy was quite a simple man who had a heart of gold. Oh how I miss you Daddy!
Bio written by Benae Williams Hogan, in memory of the man who gave her life and by whom she measured every other man.)
✞James Otto Williams✞
James Otto Williams is the son of Thomas Franklin and Tenney Ivey Williams.
He married Gladys Muriel Tingle October 20, 1951 in Monroe Co., GA (license obtained in Spalding Co., GA)
Daddy loved the outdoors. He was always up before the sun and went to bed "with the chickens" as he would always say. He took pride in cleaning up and maintaining the farm that was handed down to him from his Daddy. He always said the home place took his education as he had to quit Castleberry School at the tender age of 10 to help his parents on the farm. I think because he had the home place and very little education he had to make the most of what was given him and that's why he invested lots of blood, sweat, and I'm sure even some tears into the place he called home for more than a half century. He was a great carpenter, often called upon by others in the community to build new houses or make repairs/remodel older homes. He and his Daddy and brothers built the home where he and my Mama raised their family. One of his best friends on the farm was "Johnna" his old John Deere tractor. He spent hours riding Johnna all over the homeplace plowing, mowing, grading, or sometimes just riding. He made sure every year he planted and tended his garden. It wasn't the gardening so much that he enjoyed as it was harvesting the crops and sharing them with family and neighbors. We used to tease him when he go to deliver vegetables to someone and would return home to say "Oh they weren't home, but I left the tomatoes hanging from their door knob." We would tell him, they weren't gone, they were really home and just didn't want anymore of his vegetables because they still hadn't eaten the ones he left last week.
He often would walk to his sister's house after lunch while it was much to hot to be working in the fields. Aunt Dafner always thought he was just coming to visit her, but we all know he had an ulterior motive- to gain access to her coconut cake! My daddy loved his sister's coconut cake. It seemed like she made one every week just for him because she knew he would come by everyday after lunch before returning to the fields to work and visit with her to have his piece of cake. I'm not sure who enjoyed those visits more, but I'd like to think he did because of the cake he knew she would have waiting for him. After his visit with his sister he would return the fields to work until sundown.
Another passion of my father's was his grandchildren. Oh how he adored each one of those kids. Which ever grandkid he happened to be talking about at the moment was always his "favorite". I know my daughter Sarah, loved walking in his footsteps all over the farm as she was growing up. Those kids could always count on Granddaddy for tractor rides, three wheeler rides, peppermint candy, and lots of hugs! Lot's of hugs.
My Daddy was quite a simple man who had a heart of gold. Oh how I miss you Daddy!
Bio written by Benae Williams Hogan, in memory of the man who gave her life and by whom she measured every other man.)
