He had Rheumatic Fever when a teen and not knowing then that you needed to be careful, it affected his heart. He built large refrigerators for Coke Cola and couldn't miss work because he helped his mother support the family. He tried enlisting in all the services for WWII, but due to his heart murmur they would not accept him. He worked in the ship yards in Houston, Texas; was a truck driver; a parts man for Mutt & Jeff Auto Parts until his condition got too bad to work. He was so good at knowing where the parts were by memory that they paid him to come sit at the counter and tell the other guys what rows and bins the parts were in. He did math in his head; couldn't tell you how he did it but the answers were always correct.
He had a gold tooth and when we (his children) asked how he got it he said, "When you lose a tooth you cannot put your tongue in the empty space until the new tooth comes in. Then it will come in Gold." Try as we may, and we did try, we never got a gold tooth.
He was the second Open Heart surgery in the country. The repair was to replace a bad valve. They drilled the opening too large and the new valve was just as weak. They gave him 5 years, God and our mother gave us 10.
He loved traveling, loved to sing, although they said he couldn't carry a tune in a bucket, we always enjoyed listening; was always teasing and singing little ditties for us. Two that I remember very well were "Have You Ever Seen A Fly Upon The Wall?" and "Have you ever seen a Purple Cow", oh and one other, his version of "Mary had a little lamb".
He found the Lord 1 April 1956 and was truly born again. He had just turned 40 years, 1 month, 13 days. We missed knowing him as adults; he missed knowing his grandchildren and they him. They would all have loved each other. He was a great man, a wonderful husband, father, son, bother, uncle, and friend.
On our last visit in the hospital he suddenly became very still, I yelled for the nurse thinking he had passed. Just as she came in his eyes opened, he smiled and said, "Honey, it's true, the streets of heaven are gold, and for the first time since I can remember I have no pain." He passed around 2 a.m. that night. Mom and Uncle Art came and told us, but we couldn't believe it. He had been in and out of hospitals so many times. Took me five years before I could even talk about his death. He was and still is very famous with us and very loved and missed.
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Find A Grave contributor treeclimber, 2/2013
This is my father.
He had a gold tooth and when we (his children) asked how he got it he said, "When you lose a tooth you cannot put your tongue in the empty space until the new tooth comes in. Then it will come in Gold." Try as we may, and we did try, we never got a gold tooth.
He was the second Open Heart surgery in the country. The repair was to replace a bad valve. They drilled the opening too large and the new valve was just as weak. They gave him 5 years, God and our mother gave us 10.
He loved traveling, loved to sing, although they said he couldn't carry a tune in a bucket, we always enjoyed listening; was always teasing and singing little ditties for us. Two that I remember very well were "Have You Ever Seen A Fly Upon The Wall?" and "Have you ever seen a Purple Cow", oh and one other, his version of "Mary had a little lamb".
He found the Lord 1 April 1956 and was truly born again. He had just turned 40 years, 1 month, 13 days. We missed knowing him as adults; he missed knowing his grandchildren and they him. They would all have loved each other. He was a great man, a wonderful husband, father, son, bother, uncle, and friend.
On our last visit in the hospital he suddenly became very still, I yelled for the nurse thinking he had passed. Just as she came in his eyes opened, he smiled and said, "Honey, it's true, the streets of heaven are gold, and for the first time since I can remember I have no pain." He passed around 2 a.m. that night. Mom and Uncle Art came and told us, but we couldn't believe it. He had been in and out of hospitals so many times. Took me five years before I could even talk about his death. He was and still is very famous with us and very loved and missed.
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Find A Grave contributor treeclimber, 2/2013
This is my father.
He had Rheumatic Fever when a teen and not knowing then that you needed to be careful, it affected his heart. He built large refrigerators for Coke Cola and couldn't miss work because he helped his mother support the family. He tried enlisting in all the services for WWII, but due to his heart murmur they would not accept him. He worked in the ship yards in Houston, Texas; was a truck driver; a parts man for Mutt & Jeff Auto Parts until his condition got too bad to work. He was so good at knowing where the parts were by memory that they paid him to come sit at the counter and tell the other guys what rows and bins the parts were in. He did math in his head; couldn't tell you how he did it but the answers were always correct.
He had a gold tooth and when we (his children) asked how he got it he said, "When you lose a tooth you cannot put your tongue in the empty space until the new tooth comes in. Then it will come in Gold." Try as we may, and we did try, we never got a gold tooth.
He was the second Open Heart surgery in the country. The repair was to replace a bad valve. They drilled the opening too large and the new valve was just as weak. They gave him 5 years, God and our mother gave us 10.
He loved traveling, loved to sing, although they said he couldn't carry a tune in a bucket, we always enjoyed listening; was always teasing and singing little ditties for us. Two that I remember very well were "Have You Ever Seen A Fly Upon The Wall?" and "Have you ever seen a Purple Cow", oh and one other, his version of "Mary had a little lamb".
He found the Lord 1 April 1956 and was truly born again. He had just turned 40 years, 1 month, 13 days. We missed knowing him as adults; he missed knowing his grandchildren and they him. They would all have loved each other. He was a great man, a wonderful husband, father, son, bother, uncle, and friend.
On our last visit in the hospital he suddenly became very still, I yelled for the nurse thinking he had passed. Just as she came in his eyes opened, he smiled and said, "Honey, it's true, the streets of heaven are gold, and for the first time since I can remember I have no pain." He passed around 2 a.m. that night. Mom and Uncle Art came and told us, but we couldn't believe it. He had been in and out of hospitals so many times. Took me five years before I could even talk about his death. He was and still is very famous with us and very loved and missed.
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Find A Grave contributor treeclimber, 2/2013
This is my father.
He had a gold tooth and when we (his children) asked how he got it he said, "When you lose a tooth you cannot put your tongue in the empty space until the new tooth comes in. Then it will come in Gold." Try as we may, and we did try, we never got a gold tooth.
He was the second Open Heart surgery in the country. The repair was to replace a bad valve. They drilled the opening too large and the new valve was just as weak. They gave him 5 years, God and our mother gave us 10.
He loved traveling, loved to sing, although they said he couldn't carry a tune in a bucket, we always enjoyed listening; was always teasing and singing little ditties for us. Two that I remember very well were "Have You Ever Seen A Fly Upon The Wall?" and "Have you ever seen a Purple Cow", oh and one other, his version of "Mary had a little lamb".
He found the Lord 1 April 1956 and was truly born again. He had just turned 40 years, 1 month, 13 days. We missed knowing him as adults; he missed knowing his grandchildren and they him. They would all have loved each other. He was a great man, a wonderful husband, father, son, bother, uncle, and friend.
On our last visit in the hospital he suddenly became very still, I yelled for the nurse thinking he had passed. Just as she came in his eyes opened, he smiled and said, "Honey, it's true, the streets of heaven are gold, and for the first time since I can remember I have no pain." He passed around 2 a.m. that night. Mom and Uncle Art came and told us, but we couldn't believe it. He had been in and out of hospitals so many times. Took me five years before I could even talk about his death. He was and still is very famous with us and very loved and missed.
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Find A Grave contributor treeclimber, 2/2013
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