Johnnie Griffin was the child of Judge William M. Griffin (b 7-1-1866, d 10-22-1937) and Matilda J. Duncan Griffin (b 6-26-1872, d 3-27-1958). His siblings included: Celia May (b 4-27-1891, d 4-20-1984), George Nelson (b 1-28-1893, d 1925 of tb), Willis Alfred (b 4-15-1895, d 1-7-1959), Lee Roy (b 6-29-1897, d 12-14-1982), Floyd (b 2-27-1900, d 5-29-1984), Myrtle Alice (b 3-9-1902, d 1-4-1961), Ida (b 7-1-1904, d 1915), Hayden Opal (b 10-30-1907, d 4-15-1975), Hollis (b 4-11-1909, d 12-29-1980), and Wilma Sylvia (b 11-21-1917). He married Jewell Violet James (b 4-19-1914, d 1-19-2002) in Cureal, Mo on 12-10-1934. His children included: Sunny Joan (b 10-10-1935), Mureal Jean (b 12-13-1936), William Dale (b & d 6-29-1938), Jimmy Anthony (b 7-19-1939, d 4-28-2016), John Ray (b 8-9-1941), Linda Faye (b 5-24-1943), Joe Rex (b 12-3-1944, a US Army Veteran), Susan Margaret (b 8-4-1948), Cynthia Jane (b 12-19-1951), and Pamela (b & d 7-19-1953). He was also grandfather to 9 grandchildren. Hand-rolled cigarettes (emphyzema) ended up costing him his life. He was a gifted farmer, a superb fiddler maker and fiddler, a minor league pitcher for the Tulsa Oilers, a beloved husband, father, grandfather and great grandfather. He was also the Elijah, MO Postmaster, a school bus driver and a member of the Ozark County School Board. Among the things that I remember best about Grandpa was that he beat me in a foot race in 1973 when he was 60 years old and I was 15 and rated among the top 10 high school 1/4 milers in Florida, and he knocked me out of his boat and into Lake Norfolk with a gig pole but landed a big red horse sucker.
LIFE: 77 Years, 10 Months, 2 Days
CAUSE OF DEATH: Emphazema
THE TOUCH OF THE MASTER'S HAND
Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer thought it scarcely worth his while to waste much time on the old violin, but held it up with a smile; "What am I bidden, good folks," he cried, "Who'll start the bidding for me?" "A dollar, a dollar"; then two!" "Only two? Two dollars, and who'll make it three? Three dollars, once; three dollars twice; going for three.." But no, from the room, far back, a gray-haired man came forward and picked up the bow; Then, wiping the dust from the old violin, and tightening the loose strings, he played a melody pure and sweet as caroling angel sings.
The music ceased, and the auctioneer, with a voice that was quiet and low, said; "What am I bid for the old violin?" And he held it up with the bow.
A thousand dollars, and who'll make it two? Two thousand! And who'll make it three? Three thousand, once, three thousand, twice, and going and gone," said he. The people cheered, but some of them cried, "We do not quite understand what changed its worth." Swift came the reply: "The touch of a master's hand."
And many a man with life out of tune, and battered and scarred with sin, Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd, much like the old violin, A "mess of pottage," a glass of wine; a game - and he travels on. He is "going once," and "going twice, He's "going and almost gone." But the Master comes, and the foolish crowd never can quite understand the worth of a soul and the change that's wrought by the touch of the Master's hand.
Myra 'Brooks' Welch
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LIFE: 77 Years, 10 Months, 2 Days
CAUSE OF DEATH: Emphazema
THE TOUCH OF THE MASTER'S HAND
Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer thought it scarcely worth his while to waste much time on the old violin, but held it up with a smile; "What am I bidden, good folks," he cried, "Who'll start the bidding for me?" "A dollar, a dollar"; then two!" "Only two? Two dollars, and who'll make it three? Three dollars, once; three dollars twice; going for three.." But no, from the room, far back, a gray-haired man came forward and picked up the bow; Then, wiping the dust from the old violin, and tightening the loose strings, he played a melody pure and sweet as caroling angel sings.
The music ceased, and the auctioneer, with a voice that was quiet and low, said; "What am I bid for the old violin?" And he held it up with the bow.
A thousand dollars, and who'll make it two? Two thousand! And who'll make it three? Three thousand, once, three thousand, twice, and going and gone," said he. The people cheered, but some of them cried, "We do not quite understand what changed its worth." Swift came the reply: "The touch of a master's hand."
And many a man with life out of tune, and battered and scarred with sin, Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd, much like the old violin, A "mess of pottage," a glass of wine; a game - and he travels on. He is "going once," and "going twice, He's "going and almost gone." But the Master comes, and the foolish crowd never can quite understand the worth of a soul and the change that's wrought by the touch of the Master's hand.
Myra 'Brooks' Welch
Note: ***PLEASE DO NOT TAKE THE PERSONAL PHOTOS OR PLACE THIS MEMORIAL ON OTHER WEBSITES WITHOUT PERMISSION***
Johnnie Griffin was the child of Judge William M. Griffin (b 7-1-1866, d 10-22-1937) and Matilda J. Duncan Griffin (b 6-26-1872, d 3-27-1958). His siblings included: Celia May (b 4-27-1891, d 4-20-1984), George Nelson (b 1-28-1893, d 1925 of tb), Willis Alfred (b 4-15-1895, d 1-7-1959), Lee Roy (b 6-29-1897, d 12-14-1982), Floyd (b 2-27-1900, d 5-29-1984), Myrtle Alice (b 3-9-1902, d 1-4-1961), Ida (b 7-1-1904, d 1915), Hayden Opal (b 10-30-1907, d 4-15-1975), Hollis (b 4-11-1909, d 12-29-1980), and Wilma Sylvia (b 11-21-1917). He married Jewell Violet James (b 4-19-1914, d 1-19-2002) in Cureal, Mo on 12-10-1934. His children included: Sunny Joan (b 10-10-1935), Mureal Jean (b 12-13-1936), William Dale (b & d 6-29-1938), Jimmy Anthony (b 7-19-1939, d 4-28-2016), John Ray (b 8-9-1941), Linda Faye (b 5-24-1943), Joe Rex (b 12-3-1944, a US Army Veteran), Susan Margaret (b 8-4-1948), Cynthia Jane (b 12-19-1951), and Pamela (b & d 7-19-1953). He was also grandfather to 9 grandchildren. Hand-rolled cigarettes (emphyzema) ended up costing him his life. He was a gifted farmer, a superb fiddler maker and fiddler, a minor league pitcher for the Tulsa Oilers, a beloved husband, father, grandfather and great grandfather. He was also the Elijah, MO Postmaster, a school bus driver and a member of the Ozark County School Board. Among the things that I remember best about Grandpa was that he beat me in a foot race in 1973 when he was 60 years old and I was 15 and rated among the top 10 high school 1/4 milers in Florida, and he knocked me out of his boat and into Lake Norfolk with a gig pole but landed a big red horse sucker.
LIFE: 77 Years, 10 Months, 2 Days
CAUSE OF DEATH: Emphazema
THE TOUCH OF THE MASTER'S HAND
Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer thought it scarcely worth his while to waste much time on the old violin, but held it up with a smile; "What am I bidden, good folks," he cried, "Who'll start the bidding for me?" "A dollar, a dollar"; then two!" "Only two? Two dollars, and who'll make it three? Three dollars, once; three dollars twice; going for three.." But no, from the room, far back, a gray-haired man came forward and picked up the bow; Then, wiping the dust from the old violin, and tightening the loose strings, he played a melody pure and sweet as caroling angel sings.
The music ceased, and the auctioneer, with a voice that was quiet and low, said; "What am I bid for the old violin?" And he held it up with the bow.
A thousand dollars, and who'll make it two? Two thousand! And who'll make it three? Three thousand, once, three thousand, twice, and going and gone," said he. The people cheered, but some of them cried, "We do not quite understand what changed its worth." Swift came the reply: "The touch of a master's hand."
And many a man with life out of tune, and battered and scarred with sin, Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd, much like the old violin, A "mess of pottage," a glass of wine; a game - and he travels on. He is "going once," and "going twice, He's "going and almost gone." But the Master comes, and the foolish crowd never can quite understand the worth of a soul and the change that's wrought by the touch of the Master's hand.
Myra 'Brooks' Welch
Note: ***PLEASE DO NOT TAKE THE PERSONAL PHOTOS OR PLACE THIS MEMORIAL ON OTHER WEBSITES WITHOUT PERMISSION***
LIFE: 77 Years, 10 Months, 2 Days
CAUSE OF DEATH: Emphazema
THE TOUCH OF THE MASTER'S HAND
Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer thought it scarcely worth his while to waste much time on the old violin, but held it up with a smile; "What am I bidden, good folks," he cried, "Who'll start the bidding for me?" "A dollar, a dollar"; then two!" "Only two? Two dollars, and who'll make it three? Three dollars, once; three dollars twice; going for three.." But no, from the room, far back, a gray-haired man came forward and picked up the bow; Then, wiping the dust from the old violin, and tightening the loose strings, he played a melody pure and sweet as caroling angel sings.
The music ceased, and the auctioneer, with a voice that was quiet and low, said; "What am I bid for the old violin?" And he held it up with the bow.
A thousand dollars, and who'll make it two? Two thousand! And who'll make it three? Three thousand, once, three thousand, twice, and going and gone," said he. The people cheered, but some of them cried, "We do not quite understand what changed its worth." Swift came the reply: "The touch of a master's hand."
And many a man with life out of tune, and battered and scarred with sin, Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd, much like the old violin, A "mess of pottage," a glass of wine; a game - and he travels on. He is "going once," and "going twice, He's "going and almost gone." But the Master comes, and the foolish crowd never can quite understand the worth of a soul and the change that's wrought by the touch of the Master's hand.
Myra 'Brooks' Welch
Note: ***PLEASE DO NOT TAKE THE PERSONAL PHOTOS OR PLACE THIS MEMORIAL ON OTHER WEBSITES WITHOUT PERMISSION***
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