It's hard to write a bio from Pawpaw Gip. He was quite possibly the most kind and generous man I have known.
"Gip" as many called him is the son of Beatrice and Pleasant Gipson. He was preceded in death by his parents, one son, and one brother.
He loved to tell stories. He loved to write poetry. He loved to be outdoors. He loved to love.
Some of the most beautiful things written, he wrote to my grandmother, Faye Gorum Gipson. They met when he saw her walking down a dirt road barefooted and he was smitten immediately. Their first child, my mother, was born exactly 9 months after they married. Grandmother was 16 and Pawpaw 20.
They had nothing in those early days and together, side by side, they worked to have a happy and full life. They told the story of having only 1 chair in their first house. An elderly lady came to visit, sat, and the chair shattered. They vowed to work their way out of poverty....and they did. They opened a grocery store and then a florist which is still open today.
Pawpaw died of an apparent heartache. I say "apparent" because he had been sick that week. He never missed work, but he was very sick and so stayed home. He went to the dr earlier in the week and got some antibiotics. He was home alone taking a bath when he died. His youngest child found him.
A day or so after his death while looking through his poetry and searching for something to read at his funeral, we found the inscription on his headstone......
"I know that his life is but a shadow in time"
"Gip" as many called him is the son of Beatrice and Pleasant Gipson. He was preceded in death by his parents, one son, and one brother.
He loved to tell stories. He loved to write poetry. He loved to be outdoors. He loved to love.
Some of the most beautiful things written, he wrote to my grandmother, Faye Gorum Gipson. They met when he saw her walking down a dirt road barefooted and he was smitten immediately. Their first child, my mother, was born exactly 9 months after they married. Grandmother was 16 and Pawpaw 20.
They had nothing in those early days and together, side by side, they worked to have a happy and full life. They told the story of having only 1 chair in their first house. An elderly lady came to visit, sat, and the chair shattered. They vowed to work their way out of poverty....and they did. They opened a grocery store and then a florist which is still open today.
Pawpaw died of an apparent heartache. I say "apparent" because he had been sick that week. He never missed work, but he was very sick and so stayed home. He went to the dr earlier in the week and got some antibiotics. He was home alone taking a bath when he died. His youngest child found him.
A day or so after his death while looking through his poetry and searching for something to read at his funeral, we found the inscription on his headstone......
"I know that his life is but a shadow in time"
It's hard to write a bio from Pawpaw Gip. He was quite possibly the most kind and generous man I have known.
"Gip" as many called him is the son of Beatrice and Pleasant Gipson. He was preceded in death by his parents, one son, and one brother.
He loved to tell stories. He loved to write poetry. He loved to be outdoors. He loved to love.
Some of the most beautiful things written, he wrote to my grandmother, Faye Gorum Gipson. They met when he saw her walking down a dirt road barefooted and he was smitten immediately. Their first child, my mother, was born exactly 9 months after they married. Grandmother was 16 and Pawpaw 20.
They had nothing in those early days and together, side by side, they worked to have a happy and full life. They told the story of having only 1 chair in their first house. An elderly lady came to visit, sat, and the chair shattered. They vowed to work their way out of poverty....and they did. They opened a grocery store and then a florist which is still open today.
Pawpaw died of an apparent heartache. I say "apparent" because he had been sick that week. He never missed work, but he was very sick and so stayed home. He went to the dr earlier in the week and got some antibiotics. He was home alone taking a bath when he died. His youngest child found him.
A day or so after his death while looking through his poetry and searching for something to read at his funeral, we found the inscription on his headstone......
"I know that his life is but a shadow in time"
"Gip" as many called him is the son of Beatrice and Pleasant Gipson. He was preceded in death by his parents, one son, and one brother.
He loved to tell stories. He loved to write poetry. He loved to be outdoors. He loved to love.
Some of the most beautiful things written, he wrote to my grandmother, Faye Gorum Gipson. They met when he saw her walking down a dirt road barefooted and he was smitten immediately. Their first child, my mother, was born exactly 9 months after they married. Grandmother was 16 and Pawpaw 20.
They had nothing in those early days and together, side by side, they worked to have a happy and full life. They told the story of having only 1 chair in their first house. An elderly lady came to visit, sat, and the chair shattered. They vowed to work their way out of poverty....and they did. They opened a grocery store and then a florist which is still open today.
Pawpaw died of an apparent heartache. I say "apparent" because he had been sick that week. He never missed work, but he was very sick and so stayed home. He went to the dr earlier in the week and got some antibiotics. He was home alone taking a bath when he died. His youngest child found him.
A day or so after his death while looking through his poetry and searching for something to read at his funeral, we found the inscription on his headstone......
"I know that his life is but a shadow in time"
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