Born Quixey Tyline Campbell, youngest child born to Joseph Campbell, a farmer by trade, married to Sarah B. Rigsby both of Cannon County Tenn.
Quixey was the youngest of five siblings, with three brothers and one sister. Quixey got her name because of her father, his exact words were, " we just got to call her Quixey, dear Sarah, she was in a hurry to get here".
Quixey was raised with high religious morals. She like her brothers and sister were raised on the land, doing chores, farming, canning, living a life so different then todays.
On October 10th of 1924 Quixey Tyline wed Issac Chadwell Franklin. They moved from Tennessee to Huntsville Alabama, and like their parents before them they loved growing their own crops, the life of living from their land. Issac loved to cook and was quit the business man. They both decided to open their own restaurant in downtown Huntsville Alabama, across from the court house. They did quit well and made many friends from all walks of life. Most people just called him, I.C., he preferred that from his friends.
During their life together Issac and Quixey began their family, having five children, Issac Chadwell Jr.(deceased 1999), Sarah Louetta (my Mother), Fredrick Issac(deceased at birth), Marilyn Louise, and Joseph Marion Franklin.
After raising their children, Issac and Quixey divorced, but remained close for years until his death in 1971, in Jackson Mississippi.
In the years to come Quixey remained a single woman and moved to Tyler Texas, where her two sons lived. She worked as a waitress, at Jerry's Cafe, until her retirement. She was admired and loved by everyone she knew.
She moved out to her sons Joes, homeplace, set up a small home for herself. Most of all continued her own independence. She became a member of Harris Creek Baptist Church.
Now let me say this about my Grandma, she was quit the lady. Always bright and cheerful and kind to mankind. She was honest, up front with anyone and when she got her feathers in an up roar, you better watch out. You would hear about it from her right then and there. I learned about life and even to except death from her. I had the joy of being with her the last ten years of her life. No one could cook a hamburger like my Grandma, or her home made chow-chow, hmm the best ever.
She had gotten ill about twelve years before her passing. She went into a coma for a month. All I could think about was getting back to Texas to be with her. So much I wanted to share with her and for her. When to everyone's amazement she came out of the coma, she lived longer then they expected.
Although she couldn't walk without a walker, she got around pretty well. I would see her shuffling across the yard, or sneaking into Uncle Joes garden to pick her some fresh vegetables, and would tell her "there you go again Grandma, doing that Quixey shuffle thing again". She would just laugh, holding her apron up holding her fresh vegetables of goodies inside it.
When she had gone into the coma I had written a poem and turned it into a song. I was blessed on Grandparents Day, to sing it in our church, Harris Creek. When I finished, she stood with one red rose in her tiny hand and blew me a kiss. I will treasure that memory for all the days of my life. Through her, I found my Lord, and became a member of her church, Harris Creek Baptist Church. And to this day it still remains my church. Even though I no longer reside in East Texas, my fondest memories in my life are there, with Grandma.
When she could no longer could care of herself, she didn't want to be a burden to any of her children, or grand-children. She went into a Nursing Home, there in Tyler Texas.
As time went by she gradually losing her will of life upon this earth. But I can still see her in her wheel chair, singing in the halls," I'll Fly Away".
She loved her Jesus, her Lord and Savior, and was ready when He came to take her home.
She left this world with all her children around her, from the four corners of the United States came to be with her in her final hours. And she went on a Sunday, her Lords Day. What a beautiful day to go home.
I am blessed for when I leave this life, I have a plot right next to hers. And I smile about that with great love and happiness. I thank my Uncle Joe for that so much.
I loved her with all my entire heart. No one I have learned more about some things in life. She had spirit, a joy of life and she was a truly one fine woman and lady.
We all still miss her deeply, particularly myself for we shared so many wonderful talks, laughter, and experience's.
Through her I learned to except that death is not a final good-bye. It's a birth, a new birth to glory, for that is life eternally. When she left us, I had no time to cry.
I knew I made a promise to her long before her passing. To sing her song that I wrote at her funeral. And I kept that promise, standing within three feet of her tiny casket.
I held my head high as she would of wanted me to, looking up into the heavens for her I suppose.
When all was gone, her funeral passed I went to her grave site and we talked, until my tears flowed.
She has been gone eight years, but it seems like yesterday when we were out on her porch, in the swing, talking. Or in the kitchen cooking together, gosh I miss her happy little smile so much.
She was a dearing sweet woman, that many loved and adored.
She would of been overwhelmed knowing just how many loved her from far and wide, her funeral was large and many.
Grandma stopped traffic that day, for sure, God Love Her.
Forgive me for telling everyone so much about this wonderful lady, but she was just that, and then some. We love and miss her still. And someday, we will all be together again, born again eternally.
I love you Grandma.
Born Quixey Tyline Campbell, youngest child born to Joseph Campbell, a farmer by trade, married to Sarah B. Rigsby both of Cannon County Tenn.
Quixey was the youngest of five siblings, with three brothers and one sister. Quixey got her name because of her father, his exact words were, " we just got to call her Quixey, dear Sarah, she was in a hurry to get here".
Quixey was raised with high religious morals. She like her brothers and sister were raised on the land, doing chores, farming, canning, living a life so different then todays.
On October 10th of 1924 Quixey Tyline wed Issac Chadwell Franklin. They moved from Tennessee to Huntsville Alabama, and like their parents before them they loved growing their own crops, the life of living from their land. Issac loved to cook and was quit the business man. They both decided to open their own restaurant in downtown Huntsville Alabama, across from the court house. They did quit well and made many friends from all walks of life. Most people just called him, I.C., he preferred that from his friends.
During their life together Issac and Quixey began their family, having five children, Issac Chadwell Jr.(deceased 1999), Sarah Louetta (my Mother), Fredrick Issac(deceased at birth), Marilyn Louise, and Joseph Marion Franklin.
After raising their children, Issac and Quixey divorced, but remained close for years until his death in 1971, in Jackson Mississippi.
In the years to come Quixey remained a single woman and moved to Tyler Texas, where her two sons lived. She worked as a waitress, at Jerry's Cafe, until her retirement. She was admired and loved by everyone she knew.
She moved out to her sons Joes, homeplace, set up a small home for herself. Most of all continued her own independence. She became a member of Harris Creek Baptist Church.
Now let me say this about my Grandma, she was quit the lady. Always bright and cheerful and kind to mankind. She was honest, up front with anyone and when she got her feathers in an up roar, you better watch out. You would hear about it from her right then and there. I learned about life and even to except death from her. I had the joy of being with her the last ten years of her life. No one could cook a hamburger like my Grandma, or her home made chow-chow, hmm the best ever.
She had gotten ill about twelve years before her passing. She went into a coma for a month. All I could think about was getting back to Texas to be with her. So much I wanted to share with her and for her. When to everyone's amazement she came out of the coma, she lived longer then they expected.
Although she couldn't walk without a walker, she got around pretty well. I would see her shuffling across the yard, or sneaking into Uncle Joes garden to pick her some fresh vegetables, and would tell her "there you go again Grandma, doing that Quixey shuffle thing again". She would just laugh, holding her apron up holding her fresh vegetables of goodies inside it.
When she had gone into the coma I had written a poem and turned it into a song. I was blessed on Grandparents Day, to sing it in our church, Harris Creek. When I finished, she stood with one red rose in her tiny hand and blew me a kiss. I will treasure that memory for all the days of my life. Through her, I found my Lord, and became a member of her church, Harris Creek Baptist Church. And to this day it still remains my church. Even though I no longer reside in East Texas, my fondest memories in my life are there, with Grandma.
When she could no longer could care of herself, she didn't want to be a burden to any of her children, or grand-children. She went into a Nursing Home, there in Tyler Texas.
As time went by she gradually losing her will of life upon this earth. But I can still see her in her wheel chair, singing in the halls," I'll Fly Away".
She loved her Jesus, her Lord and Savior, and was ready when He came to take her home.
She left this world with all her children around her, from the four corners of the United States came to be with her in her final hours. And she went on a Sunday, her Lords Day. What a beautiful day to go home.
I am blessed for when I leave this life, I have a plot right next to hers. And I smile about that with great love and happiness. I thank my Uncle Joe for that so much.
I loved her with all my entire heart. No one I have learned more about some things in life. She had spirit, a joy of life and she was a truly one fine woman and lady.
We all still miss her deeply, particularly myself for we shared so many wonderful talks, laughter, and experience's.
Through her I learned to except that death is not a final good-bye. It's a birth, a new birth to glory, for that is life eternally. When she left us, I had no time to cry.
I knew I made a promise to her long before her passing. To sing her song that I wrote at her funeral. And I kept that promise, standing within three feet of her tiny casket.
I held my head high as she would of wanted me to, looking up into the heavens for her I suppose.
When all was gone, her funeral passed I went to her grave site and we talked, until my tears flowed.
She has been gone eight years, but it seems like yesterday when we were out on her porch, in the swing, talking. Or in the kitchen cooking together, gosh I miss her happy little smile so much.
She was a dearing sweet woman, that many loved and adored.
She would of been overwhelmed knowing just how many loved her from far and wide, her funeral was large and many.
Grandma stopped traffic that day, for sure, God Love Her.
Forgive me for telling everyone so much about this wonderful lady, but she was just that, and then some. We love and miss her still. And someday, we will all be together again, born again eternally.
I love you Grandma.
