Lee Golda Adwell was born February 6, 1908 in a little community called Bois D'Arc in Hill County, Texas. He was the only child of Sylvester Adwell and Myntie Frances Wilborn Adwell. This community no longer exists and his Birth Records show his birth place as Itasca, Hill County, Texas.
His Mother had wanted a girl and called Dad, Goldie. She also let his hair grow long. It was kept long until he was in school. Needless to say this caused him a lot of problems with the other boys he went to school with. But Dad held his own and put a stop to the teasing by finally beating the pulp out of one of his tormentors.
My knowledge of Dad's school years is sketchy at best. I know he was a good student in everything but science. He was also a water boy for the football team in highschool. Dad worked as a butcher at R L Wigingtons grocery store during his last couple years of school. He graduated from Itasca Highschool in May of 1927.
In November of 1927 he lost his Father due to an automobile accident. After his Father's death, he continued to live with his Mother and support her. He was still working as a butcher. I think the next 7 or 8 years went along pretty smoothe. He worked, went to church and hunted and hung out with a few friends. But things were about to change.
In 1936 a new girl came to town. She worked at the drug store/bus station. Her name was Katherine Naomi Gilbert and the first time she saw Goldie, she told her boss that he was the man she was going to marry. I don't know the specifics, but Goldie and Katherine began to date. They occasionally went to a picture show, but mostly hung out with other friends and played bridge. The men would go hunting and bring home a rabbit or squirrel.The women would cook a meal and then they would just visit or play card games.
In April of 1938, they decided to get married and went to get their license. Until this time Katherine thought that Goldie was 25 years old. But the license said he was 30. When questioned about the difference , He told her that he hadn't lied. He had told her he was twenty-five, but just not how much more. They were married April 10, 1938 in her parents's home in Grandview, Johnson County, Texas. Some one had bet them that they couldn't get married and keep it a secret. So, for the next 3 or four weeks the continued their life as before until Goldie was discovered at her apartment later than usual one day. After being found out, Katherine gave up her apartment and moved in with Goldie and his Mother.
Golda's Mother doted on him and had him to herself for thirty years. I don't think there was a woman living that would have been good enough for her son, in her eyes. So, Golda and Katherine living with his mother was a problem to say the least. Golda and Katherine had one room and according to Katherine, no privacy. Myntie went through her belongings and nothing was safe from Myntie's prying. But the only problem they had was over his mother.
On one occasion, Katherine was packing her things to go to her parents. Golda told her, 'Katherine, go if you must, but remember, the front door only swings one way'. Well, Katherine knew he meant what he said and stayed. But there was on going problems between his Mother and his wife.
WWII came along and Golda joined the Army. He was a butcher and never left the states. He was stationed in Indiana most of his service career. Katherine visited him there a couple of times and came home pregnant the last visit. They had a daughter (me) born December 14, 1944. It was a year before he got to see me. I'm told that when he walked in the door on December 15, 1945, I ran to him hollering 'Daddy'.
Well, if Katherine wasn't good enough for her son, the granddaughter was something else again. In her eyes, I could do no wrong. I like to think that maybe I eased the tension a little. But what really happened was that Golda and Katherine opened a grocery and market with the alottment he had sent home while in the Army. It took both of them to operate the business and Myntie had me all day seven days a week.
Things continued pretty much the same for about five years. Then Golda decided he wanted another child. Katherine told him ' If you will get us a house and get me away from your Mother, I'll have another one'. Well, Dad had her a home built on the other side of town and a smaller one built for his Mother next door. So, in 1951, I started to school, my brother was born and we moved into our new home at 307 North King Street. Mother lucked out here because Myntie refused to leave her 'home' and Dad finally sold the house meant for his Mother to a couple with a son about my age.
My Dad was a very easy going and religious man. He was a Mason, belonged to the Lions Club and served on the city council several terms. He was also, Sunday School superintendent and taught a mens class for years at the First Baptist Church in Itasca. But above all other things, he was a family man. He loved his Mother, his wife and children. This is not to say there were never any more problems. There were.
Dad gave every one and their dogs credit at the grocery store, even if they already owed hin and he knew he would never be repaid. This was a real sore spot in the relationship. I'll never forget one time when he had give some one a bill of groceries when they already owed a couple of hundred in old bills. Mother ranted and raved at him until she ran out of breath. She stopped to get a breath and Dad asked her, ' Well, Katherine, are you through?'. She didn't speak to him for a week. I never knew my Dad to let anyone go hungry reguardless of their circumstancers.
Dad always went to the farms and chose his own livestock to sell in the market. I would sometimes go with him. He would look at the cow or perhaps hog that the farmer had for sale and if it looked good to him he would buy it and have it sent to the locker plant for killing and quartering.
These were special times for me even if they were a bit dangerous. Dad had a bad habit of looking at the crops while driving instead of at the road. We wound up in the ditch on more than one occasion. Luckily he never hit another vehicle and we were never hurt. I quess this is the reason Mother always drove when we all went anywhere together.
For the next nine or ten years the store was open seven days a week with the exception of Thanksgiving and Christmas days which were spent at Katherine's parents in Grandview. Myntie always went with them on the holidays. And a nice time was had by all.
In about 1955 or 1956 they started closing the store on Sundays. Even then the refrigeration had to be checked sometime during the day. One Sunday, I had gone with Dad to do this task and while we were there he decided to put up some stock. As was Dad's habit, if anyone wanted something while he was there he would let them in and sell them wahatever they needed. Well, this Sunday after about the fourth or fifth interuption, when the next person knocked on the door, I heard my Dad cuss for the first and only time in my life. With this knock on the door, Dad stepped down off the stool he was standing on and said 'Well, Hell!'. He then proceeded to let the person in and sell them their neccesity.
When I was old enough to take drivers ed, he would hand me the keys to his old International pickup and send me to pick up meat at the locker plant or to make the grocery deliveries. Dad had skipped second gear in this truck so often, you couldn't get it to go in second. So, you skipped from first to third and kept trucking.
In 1959, Dad started to have some medical problems. He was having abdominal pain and nausea. After this had gone on for a few days, he finally went to the doctor. After a series of tests, the doctor put Dad in the Johnson County Memorai hospital in Cleburne for further testing. His symptoms kept getting worse. Finally it was decided they would do an exploratory surgery. As it turned out Dad's gall bladder was about to burst. They were afraid to try and remove it, so they put a drainage tube in it and closed him up. He was in the hospital for several weeks and out of his head a lot of the time from the poison in his system. It was six weeks before he came home and he still had the drainage tube then. He did finally make a complete recovery, but it was a very close call.
This is as far as I have gotten. Will add more when I write it.
His Mother had wanted a girl and called Dad, Goldie. She also let his hair grow long. It was kept long until he was in school. Needless to say this caused him a lot of problems with the other boys he went to school with. But Dad held his own and put a stop to the teasing by finally beating the pulp out of one of his tormentors.
My knowledge of Dad's school years is sketchy at best. I know he was a good student in everything but science. He was also a water boy for the football team in highschool. Dad worked as a butcher at R L Wigingtons grocery store during his last couple years of school. He graduated from Itasca Highschool in May of 1927.
In November of 1927 he lost his Father due to an automobile accident. After his Father's death, he continued to live with his Mother and support her. He was still working as a butcher. I think the next 7 or 8 years went along pretty smoothe. He worked, went to church and hunted and hung out with a few friends. But things were about to change.
In 1936 a new girl came to town. She worked at the drug store/bus station. Her name was Katherine Naomi Gilbert and the first time she saw Goldie, she told her boss that he was the man she was going to marry. I don't know the specifics, but Goldie and Katherine began to date. They occasionally went to a picture show, but mostly hung out with other friends and played bridge. The men would go hunting and bring home a rabbit or squirrel.The women would cook a meal and then they would just visit or play card games.
In April of 1938, they decided to get married and went to get their license. Until this time Katherine thought that Goldie was 25 years old. But the license said he was 30. When questioned about the difference , He told her that he hadn't lied. He had told her he was twenty-five, but just not how much more. They were married April 10, 1938 in her parents's home in Grandview, Johnson County, Texas. Some one had bet them that they couldn't get married and keep it a secret. So, for the next 3 or four weeks the continued their life as before until Goldie was discovered at her apartment later than usual one day. After being found out, Katherine gave up her apartment and moved in with Goldie and his Mother.
Golda's Mother doted on him and had him to herself for thirty years. I don't think there was a woman living that would have been good enough for her son, in her eyes. So, Golda and Katherine living with his mother was a problem to say the least. Golda and Katherine had one room and according to Katherine, no privacy. Myntie went through her belongings and nothing was safe from Myntie's prying. But the only problem they had was over his mother.
On one occasion, Katherine was packing her things to go to her parents. Golda told her, 'Katherine, go if you must, but remember, the front door only swings one way'. Well, Katherine knew he meant what he said and stayed. But there was on going problems between his Mother and his wife.
WWII came along and Golda joined the Army. He was a butcher and never left the states. He was stationed in Indiana most of his service career. Katherine visited him there a couple of times and came home pregnant the last visit. They had a daughter (me) born December 14, 1944. It was a year before he got to see me. I'm told that when he walked in the door on December 15, 1945, I ran to him hollering 'Daddy'.
Well, if Katherine wasn't good enough for her son, the granddaughter was something else again. In her eyes, I could do no wrong. I like to think that maybe I eased the tension a little. But what really happened was that Golda and Katherine opened a grocery and market with the alottment he had sent home while in the Army. It took both of them to operate the business and Myntie had me all day seven days a week.
Things continued pretty much the same for about five years. Then Golda decided he wanted another child. Katherine told him ' If you will get us a house and get me away from your Mother, I'll have another one'. Well, Dad had her a home built on the other side of town and a smaller one built for his Mother next door. So, in 1951, I started to school, my brother was born and we moved into our new home at 307 North King Street. Mother lucked out here because Myntie refused to leave her 'home' and Dad finally sold the house meant for his Mother to a couple with a son about my age.
My Dad was a very easy going and religious man. He was a Mason, belonged to the Lions Club and served on the city council several terms. He was also, Sunday School superintendent and taught a mens class for years at the First Baptist Church in Itasca. But above all other things, he was a family man. He loved his Mother, his wife and children. This is not to say there were never any more problems. There were.
Dad gave every one and their dogs credit at the grocery store, even if they already owed hin and he knew he would never be repaid. This was a real sore spot in the relationship. I'll never forget one time when he had give some one a bill of groceries when they already owed a couple of hundred in old bills. Mother ranted and raved at him until she ran out of breath. She stopped to get a breath and Dad asked her, ' Well, Katherine, are you through?'. She didn't speak to him for a week. I never knew my Dad to let anyone go hungry reguardless of their circumstancers.
Dad always went to the farms and chose his own livestock to sell in the market. I would sometimes go with him. He would look at the cow or perhaps hog that the farmer had for sale and if it looked good to him he would buy it and have it sent to the locker plant for killing and quartering.
These were special times for me even if they were a bit dangerous. Dad had a bad habit of looking at the crops while driving instead of at the road. We wound up in the ditch on more than one occasion. Luckily he never hit another vehicle and we were never hurt. I quess this is the reason Mother always drove when we all went anywhere together.
For the next nine or ten years the store was open seven days a week with the exception of Thanksgiving and Christmas days which were spent at Katherine's parents in Grandview. Myntie always went with them on the holidays. And a nice time was had by all.
In about 1955 or 1956 they started closing the store on Sundays. Even then the refrigeration had to be checked sometime during the day. One Sunday, I had gone with Dad to do this task and while we were there he decided to put up some stock. As was Dad's habit, if anyone wanted something while he was there he would let them in and sell them wahatever they needed. Well, this Sunday after about the fourth or fifth interuption, when the next person knocked on the door, I heard my Dad cuss for the first and only time in my life. With this knock on the door, Dad stepped down off the stool he was standing on and said 'Well, Hell!'. He then proceeded to let the person in and sell them their neccesity.
When I was old enough to take drivers ed, he would hand me the keys to his old International pickup and send me to pick up meat at the locker plant or to make the grocery deliveries. Dad had skipped second gear in this truck so often, you couldn't get it to go in second. So, you skipped from first to third and kept trucking.
In 1959, Dad started to have some medical problems. He was having abdominal pain and nausea. After this had gone on for a few days, he finally went to the doctor. After a series of tests, the doctor put Dad in the Johnson County Memorai hospital in Cleburne for further testing. His symptoms kept getting worse. Finally it was decided they would do an exploratory surgery. As it turned out Dad's gall bladder was about to burst. They were afraid to try and remove it, so they put a drainage tube in it and closed him up. He was in the hospital for several weeks and out of his head a lot of the time from the poison in his system. It was six weeks before he came home and he still had the drainage tube then. He did finally make a complete recovery, but it was a very close call.
This is as far as I have gotten. Will add more when I write it.
Lee Golda Adwell was born February 6, 1908 in a little community called Bois D'Arc in Hill County, Texas. He was the only child of Sylvester Adwell and Myntie Frances Wilborn Adwell. This community no longer exists and his Birth Records show his birth place as Itasca, Hill County, Texas.
His Mother had wanted a girl and called Dad, Goldie. She also let his hair grow long. It was kept long until he was in school. Needless to say this caused him a lot of problems with the other boys he went to school with. But Dad held his own and put a stop to the teasing by finally beating the pulp out of one of his tormentors.
My knowledge of Dad's school years is sketchy at best. I know he was a good student in everything but science. He was also a water boy for the football team in highschool. Dad worked as a butcher at R L Wigingtons grocery store during his last couple years of school. He graduated from Itasca Highschool in May of 1927.
In November of 1927 he lost his Father due to an automobile accident. After his Father's death, he continued to live with his Mother and support her. He was still working as a butcher. I think the next 7 or 8 years went along pretty smoothe. He worked, went to church and hunted and hung out with a few friends. But things were about to change.
In 1936 a new girl came to town. She worked at the drug store/bus station. Her name was Katherine Naomi Gilbert and the first time she saw Goldie, she told her boss that he was the man she was going to marry. I don't know the specifics, but Goldie and Katherine began to date. They occasionally went to a picture show, but mostly hung out with other friends and played bridge. The men would go hunting and bring home a rabbit or squirrel.The women would cook a meal and then they would just visit or play card games.
In April of 1938, they decided to get married and went to get their license. Until this time Katherine thought that Goldie was 25 years old. But the license said he was 30. When questioned about the difference , He told her that he hadn't lied. He had told her he was twenty-five, but just not how much more. They were married April 10, 1938 in her parents's home in Grandview, Johnson County, Texas. Some one had bet them that they couldn't get married and keep it a secret. So, for the next 3 or four weeks the continued their life as before until Goldie was discovered at her apartment later than usual one day. After being found out, Katherine gave up her apartment and moved in with Goldie and his Mother.
Golda's Mother doted on him and had him to herself for thirty years. I don't think there was a woman living that would have been good enough for her son, in her eyes. So, Golda and Katherine living with his mother was a problem to say the least. Golda and Katherine had one room and according to Katherine, no privacy. Myntie went through her belongings and nothing was safe from Myntie's prying. But the only problem they had was over his mother.
On one occasion, Katherine was packing her things to go to her parents. Golda told her, 'Katherine, go if you must, but remember, the front door only swings one way'. Well, Katherine knew he meant what he said and stayed. But there was on going problems between his Mother and his wife.
WWII came along and Golda joined the Army. He was a butcher and never left the states. He was stationed in Indiana most of his service career. Katherine visited him there a couple of times and came home pregnant the last visit. They had a daughter (me) born December 14, 1944. It was a year before he got to see me. I'm told that when he walked in the door on December 15, 1945, I ran to him hollering 'Daddy'.
Well, if Katherine wasn't good enough for her son, the granddaughter was something else again. In her eyes, I could do no wrong. I like to think that maybe I eased the tension a little. But what really happened was that Golda and Katherine opened a grocery and market with the alottment he had sent home while in the Army. It took both of them to operate the business and Myntie had me all day seven days a week.
Things continued pretty much the same for about five years. Then Golda decided he wanted another child. Katherine told him ' If you will get us a house and get me away from your Mother, I'll have another one'. Well, Dad had her a home built on the other side of town and a smaller one built for his Mother next door. So, in 1951, I started to school, my brother was born and we moved into our new home at 307 North King Street. Mother lucked out here because Myntie refused to leave her 'home' and Dad finally sold the house meant for his Mother to a couple with a son about my age.
My Dad was a very easy going and religious man. He was a Mason, belonged to the Lions Club and served on the city council several terms. He was also, Sunday School superintendent and taught a mens class for years at the First Baptist Church in Itasca. But above all other things, he was a family man. He loved his Mother, his wife and children. This is not to say there were never any more problems. There were.
Dad gave every one and their dogs credit at the grocery store, even if they already owed hin and he knew he would never be repaid. This was a real sore spot in the relationship. I'll never forget one time when he had give some one a bill of groceries when they already owed a couple of hundred in old bills. Mother ranted and raved at him until she ran out of breath. She stopped to get a breath and Dad asked her, ' Well, Katherine, are you through?'. She didn't speak to him for a week. I never knew my Dad to let anyone go hungry reguardless of their circumstancers.
Dad always went to the farms and chose his own livestock to sell in the market. I would sometimes go with him. He would look at the cow or perhaps hog that the farmer had for sale and if it looked good to him he would buy it and have it sent to the locker plant for killing and quartering.
These were special times for me even if they were a bit dangerous. Dad had a bad habit of looking at the crops while driving instead of at the road. We wound up in the ditch on more than one occasion. Luckily he never hit another vehicle and we were never hurt. I quess this is the reason Mother always drove when we all went anywhere together.
For the next nine or ten years the store was open seven days a week with the exception of Thanksgiving and Christmas days which were spent at Katherine's parents in Grandview. Myntie always went with them on the holidays. And a nice time was had by all.
In about 1955 or 1956 they started closing the store on Sundays. Even then the refrigeration had to be checked sometime during the day. One Sunday, I had gone with Dad to do this task and while we were there he decided to put up some stock. As was Dad's habit, if anyone wanted something while he was there he would let them in and sell them wahatever they needed. Well, this Sunday after about the fourth or fifth interuption, when the next person knocked on the door, I heard my Dad cuss for the first and only time in my life. With this knock on the door, Dad stepped down off the stool he was standing on and said 'Well, Hell!'. He then proceeded to let the person in and sell them their neccesity.
When I was old enough to take drivers ed, he would hand me the keys to his old International pickup and send me to pick up meat at the locker plant or to make the grocery deliveries. Dad had skipped second gear in this truck so often, you couldn't get it to go in second. So, you skipped from first to third and kept trucking.
In 1959, Dad started to have some medical problems. He was having abdominal pain and nausea. After this had gone on for a few days, he finally went to the doctor. After a series of tests, the doctor put Dad in the Johnson County Memorai hospital in Cleburne for further testing. His symptoms kept getting worse. Finally it was decided they would do an exploratory surgery. As it turned out Dad's gall bladder was about to burst. They were afraid to try and remove it, so they put a drainage tube in it and closed him up. He was in the hospital for several weeks and out of his head a lot of the time from the poison in his system. It was six weeks before he came home and he still had the drainage tube then. He did finally make a complete recovery, but it was a very close call.
This is as far as I have gotten. Will add more when I write it.
His Mother had wanted a girl and called Dad, Goldie. She also let his hair grow long. It was kept long until he was in school. Needless to say this caused him a lot of problems with the other boys he went to school with. But Dad held his own and put a stop to the teasing by finally beating the pulp out of one of his tormentors.
My knowledge of Dad's school years is sketchy at best. I know he was a good student in everything but science. He was also a water boy for the football team in highschool. Dad worked as a butcher at R L Wigingtons grocery store during his last couple years of school. He graduated from Itasca Highschool in May of 1927.
In November of 1927 he lost his Father due to an automobile accident. After his Father's death, he continued to live with his Mother and support her. He was still working as a butcher. I think the next 7 or 8 years went along pretty smoothe. He worked, went to church and hunted and hung out with a few friends. But things were about to change.
In 1936 a new girl came to town. She worked at the drug store/bus station. Her name was Katherine Naomi Gilbert and the first time she saw Goldie, she told her boss that he was the man she was going to marry. I don't know the specifics, but Goldie and Katherine began to date. They occasionally went to a picture show, but mostly hung out with other friends and played bridge. The men would go hunting and bring home a rabbit or squirrel.The women would cook a meal and then they would just visit or play card games.
In April of 1938, they decided to get married and went to get their license. Until this time Katherine thought that Goldie was 25 years old. But the license said he was 30. When questioned about the difference , He told her that he hadn't lied. He had told her he was twenty-five, but just not how much more. They were married April 10, 1938 in her parents's home in Grandview, Johnson County, Texas. Some one had bet them that they couldn't get married and keep it a secret. So, for the next 3 or four weeks the continued their life as before until Goldie was discovered at her apartment later than usual one day. After being found out, Katherine gave up her apartment and moved in with Goldie and his Mother.
Golda's Mother doted on him and had him to herself for thirty years. I don't think there was a woman living that would have been good enough for her son, in her eyes. So, Golda and Katherine living with his mother was a problem to say the least. Golda and Katherine had one room and according to Katherine, no privacy. Myntie went through her belongings and nothing was safe from Myntie's prying. But the only problem they had was over his mother.
On one occasion, Katherine was packing her things to go to her parents. Golda told her, 'Katherine, go if you must, but remember, the front door only swings one way'. Well, Katherine knew he meant what he said and stayed. But there was on going problems between his Mother and his wife.
WWII came along and Golda joined the Army. He was a butcher and never left the states. He was stationed in Indiana most of his service career. Katherine visited him there a couple of times and came home pregnant the last visit. They had a daughter (me) born December 14, 1944. It was a year before he got to see me. I'm told that when he walked in the door on December 15, 1945, I ran to him hollering 'Daddy'.
Well, if Katherine wasn't good enough for her son, the granddaughter was something else again. In her eyes, I could do no wrong. I like to think that maybe I eased the tension a little. But what really happened was that Golda and Katherine opened a grocery and market with the alottment he had sent home while in the Army. It took both of them to operate the business and Myntie had me all day seven days a week.
Things continued pretty much the same for about five years. Then Golda decided he wanted another child. Katherine told him ' If you will get us a house and get me away from your Mother, I'll have another one'. Well, Dad had her a home built on the other side of town and a smaller one built for his Mother next door. So, in 1951, I started to school, my brother was born and we moved into our new home at 307 North King Street. Mother lucked out here because Myntie refused to leave her 'home' and Dad finally sold the house meant for his Mother to a couple with a son about my age.
My Dad was a very easy going and religious man. He was a Mason, belonged to the Lions Club and served on the city council several terms. He was also, Sunday School superintendent and taught a mens class for years at the First Baptist Church in Itasca. But above all other things, he was a family man. He loved his Mother, his wife and children. This is not to say there were never any more problems. There were.
Dad gave every one and their dogs credit at the grocery store, even if they already owed hin and he knew he would never be repaid. This was a real sore spot in the relationship. I'll never forget one time when he had give some one a bill of groceries when they already owed a couple of hundred in old bills. Mother ranted and raved at him until she ran out of breath. She stopped to get a breath and Dad asked her, ' Well, Katherine, are you through?'. She didn't speak to him for a week. I never knew my Dad to let anyone go hungry reguardless of their circumstancers.
Dad always went to the farms and chose his own livestock to sell in the market. I would sometimes go with him. He would look at the cow or perhaps hog that the farmer had for sale and if it looked good to him he would buy it and have it sent to the locker plant for killing and quartering.
These were special times for me even if they were a bit dangerous. Dad had a bad habit of looking at the crops while driving instead of at the road. We wound up in the ditch on more than one occasion. Luckily he never hit another vehicle and we were never hurt. I quess this is the reason Mother always drove when we all went anywhere together.
For the next nine or ten years the store was open seven days a week with the exception of Thanksgiving and Christmas days which were spent at Katherine's parents in Grandview. Myntie always went with them on the holidays. And a nice time was had by all.
In about 1955 or 1956 they started closing the store on Sundays. Even then the refrigeration had to be checked sometime during the day. One Sunday, I had gone with Dad to do this task and while we were there he decided to put up some stock. As was Dad's habit, if anyone wanted something while he was there he would let them in and sell them wahatever they needed. Well, this Sunday after about the fourth or fifth interuption, when the next person knocked on the door, I heard my Dad cuss for the first and only time in my life. With this knock on the door, Dad stepped down off the stool he was standing on and said 'Well, Hell!'. He then proceeded to let the person in and sell them their neccesity.
When I was old enough to take drivers ed, he would hand me the keys to his old International pickup and send me to pick up meat at the locker plant or to make the grocery deliveries. Dad had skipped second gear in this truck so often, you couldn't get it to go in second. So, you skipped from first to third and kept trucking.
In 1959, Dad started to have some medical problems. He was having abdominal pain and nausea. After this had gone on for a few days, he finally went to the doctor. After a series of tests, the doctor put Dad in the Johnson County Memorai hospital in Cleburne for further testing. His symptoms kept getting worse. Finally it was decided they would do an exploratory surgery. As it turned out Dad's gall bladder was about to burst. They were afraid to try and remove it, so they put a drainage tube in it and closed him up. He was in the hospital for several weeks and out of his head a lot of the time from the poison in his system. It was six weeks before he came home and he still had the drainage tube then. He did finally make a complete recovery, but it was a very close call.
This is as far as I have gotten. Will add more when I write it.
Inscription
SGT US Army WWII
Gravesite Details
s/o Sylvester and Myntie Frances (Wilborn) Adwell
