Albert Edward Kenley

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Albert Edward Kenley

Birth
Scott County, Kentucky, USA
Death
14 Nov 1993 (aged 54)
Louisville, Jefferson County, Kentucky, USA
Burial
Georgetown, Scott County, Kentucky, USA Add to Map
Plot
Section D
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Albert was the son of John Edward Kenley and Mary Caroline Honerkamp. He married Barbara Sue Embry on September 6, 1960. Together they had three daughters, Wanda, Theresa and Tina. He later married Ann Sparrow and they had a son named John Wayne. Albert was my dad, I was a big daddy's girl (still am). He was a wonderful daddy. He always had time for me. My parents divorced when I was 2 1/2 and I went to live with my grandmother. My visits were on Tuesdays. Never once did he not show. He was always there when I got home from school, standing by his car, smiling and waiting for me. He took me to lots of places, out to eat, shopping, amusement parks, fishing, parks, Churchill Downs,picnics and just driving around exploring places that we hadn't been. He took me to get shots and to first days of school. When I started first grade I already knew how to read and count because my dad had taught me. He taught me to read while on our road trips, using the road signs. He taught me to count using his change jar as the tool. We would sit in the floor and pour it out and count for hours. He even taught me to drive some, sitting in his lap of course with him operating the gas & brake. When I started the eighth grade, I was living with my mother. She moved us from Louisville to Richmond, Ky. My dad came all the way from Louisville to enroll me in school while mom took my sisters to enroll them in the elemetery school. He didn't want me to have to go alone. Dad was a very even tempered man. I only saw him angry one time, that was when my step mom's dog ate his expensive diabetic shoes. Everyone liked my dad. When daddy died, he had two funerals, one in Louisville and one in Georgetown. My family was really surprised to see that about a hundred young black men showed up in tears. I wasn't surpised. I knew that dad would do things with these young boys that didn't have fathers around. I knew because I went with them on many fishing trips. When he died, I hurt so bad that I wanted to go with him. He was my "King Albert Edward Daddy Kenley" and I was his "Possum Head".
Albert was the son of John Edward Kenley and Mary Caroline Honerkamp. He married Barbara Sue Embry on September 6, 1960. Together they had three daughters, Wanda, Theresa and Tina. He later married Ann Sparrow and they had a son named John Wayne. Albert was my dad, I was a big daddy's girl (still am). He was a wonderful daddy. He always had time for me. My parents divorced when I was 2 1/2 and I went to live with my grandmother. My visits were on Tuesdays. Never once did he not show. He was always there when I got home from school, standing by his car, smiling and waiting for me. He took me to lots of places, out to eat, shopping, amusement parks, fishing, parks, Churchill Downs,picnics and just driving around exploring places that we hadn't been. He took me to get shots and to first days of school. When I started first grade I already knew how to read and count because my dad had taught me. He taught me to read while on our road trips, using the road signs. He taught me to count using his change jar as the tool. We would sit in the floor and pour it out and count for hours. He even taught me to drive some, sitting in his lap of course with him operating the gas & brake. When I started the eighth grade, I was living with my mother. She moved us from Louisville to Richmond, Ky. My dad came all the way from Louisville to enroll me in school while mom took my sisters to enroll them in the elemetery school. He didn't want me to have to go alone. Dad was a very even tempered man. I only saw him angry one time, that was when my step mom's dog ate his expensive diabetic shoes. Everyone liked my dad. When daddy died, he had two funerals, one in Louisville and one in Georgetown. My family was really surprised to see that about a hundred young black men showed up in tears. I wasn't surpised. I knew that dad would do things with these young boys that didn't have fathers around. I knew because I went with them on many fishing trips. When he died, I hurt so bad that I wanted to go with him. He was my "King Albert Edward Daddy Kenley" and I was his "Possum Head".