Born December 7, 1938 to Melvin James Caywood and Mae Ellen Morris he joined older brother Ronald Lee (1937) and was followed by younger sisters Dorothy Ann (1940), Ellen Patricia (1942) and Peggy Arlene (1973). The family was completed when little brother Wilfred Henry “Skip” arrived in 1945. He also has older half-siblings Melvin James “Sonny” Caywood (1926) and Phillip Monroe Caywood (1928), on his father’s side.
Dad married Mary Lou Neely in 1956 and my half-siblings followed in short order starting with Jimmy Joe in 1956 followed by John Morris 1958, Mary Jean 1959, Marlene and Darlene in 1961 (twins!), Melvin Jay 1963 and Lou Ellen in 1964.
Dad then met my mom, Katherine Holland, and they married in 1972 where my brother, Gregory Morris, made a dramatic premature entrance in December of the same year. The story is told that the doctor in small town Colorado didn’t expect him to survive. But persistence, patience, and regular 15 minute feedings allowed the scant 4lb preemie to turn into a towering 6’3” man. I followed in 1975, then my brother Michael Steven arrived in 1980 and left us in 1981. Megan Michelle finished our family with her arrival in 1983.
Dad was a truck driver, a mechanic, a tinkerer of all things engine related. He always smelled of diesel oil and vanilla. His truck had a never-ending box of Cheeze-its and a fine layer of dust. His hands, freckled, scarred and strong, seemed to always have engine grease along the nail bed, a permanent staining from years of work.
He loved his family, would do anything he could to see his kids happy and healthy. He was a defender, protector and occasional disciplinarian. He was patient (almost infuriatingly so), calm and slow to anger. He was a dreamer, a hard worker and very much loved.
Dad married Mary Lou Neely in 1956 and my half-siblings followed in short order starting with Jimmy Joe in 1956 followed by John Morris 1958, Mary Jean 1959, Marlene and Darlene in 1961 (twins!), Melvin Jay 1963 and Lou Ellen in 1964.
Dad then met my mom, Katherine Holland, and they married in 1972 where my brother, Gregory Morris, made a dramatic premature entrance in December of the same year. The story is told that the doctor in small town Colorado didn’t expect him to survive. But persistence, patience, and regular 15 minute feedings allowed the scant 4lb preemie to turn into a towering 6’3” man. I followed in 1975, then my brother Michael Steven arrived in 1980 and left us in 1981. Megan Michelle finished our family with her arrival in 1983.
Dad was a truck driver, a mechanic, a tinkerer of all things engine related. He always smelled of diesel oil and vanilla. His truck had a never-ending box of Cheeze-its and a fine layer of dust. His hands, freckled, scarred and strong, seemed to always have engine grease along the nail bed, a permanent staining from years of work.
He loved his family, would do anything he could to see his kids happy and healthy. He was a defender, protector and occasional disciplinarian. He was patient (almost infuriatingly so), calm and slow to anger. He was a dreamer, a hard worker and very much loved.
Born December 7, 1938 to Melvin James Caywood and Mae Ellen Morris he joined older brother Ronald Lee (1937) and was followed by younger sisters Dorothy Ann (1940), Ellen Patricia (1942) and Peggy Arlene (1973). The family was completed when little brother Wilfred Henry “Skip” arrived in 1945. He also has older half-siblings Melvin James “Sonny” Caywood (1926) and Phillip Monroe Caywood (1928), on his father’s side.
Dad married Mary Lou Neely in 1956 and my half-siblings followed in short order starting with Jimmy Joe in 1956 followed by John Morris 1958, Mary Jean 1959, Marlene and Darlene in 1961 (twins!), Melvin Jay 1963 and Lou Ellen in 1964.
Dad then met my mom, Katherine Holland, and they married in 1972 where my brother, Gregory Morris, made a dramatic premature entrance in December of the same year. The story is told that the doctor in small town Colorado didn’t expect him to survive. But persistence, patience, and regular 15 minute feedings allowed the scant 4lb preemie to turn into a towering 6’3” man. I followed in 1975, then my brother Michael Steven arrived in 1980 and left us in 1981. Megan Michelle finished our family with her arrival in 1983.
Dad was a truck driver, a mechanic, a tinkerer of all things engine related. He always smelled of diesel oil and vanilla. His truck had a never-ending box of Cheeze-its and a fine layer of dust. His hands, freckled, scarred and strong, seemed to always have engine grease along the nail bed, a permanent staining from years of work.
He loved his family, would do anything he could to see his kids happy and healthy. He was a defender, protector and occasional disciplinarian. He was patient (almost infuriatingly so), calm and slow to anger. He was a dreamer, a hard worker and very much loved.
Dad married Mary Lou Neely in 1956 and my half-siblings followed in short order starting with Jimmy Joe in 1956 followed by John Morris 1958, Mary Jean 1959, Marlene and Darlene in 1961 (twins!), Melvin Jay 1963 and Lou Ellen in 1964.
Dad then met my mom, Katherine Holland, and they married in 1972 where my brother, Gregory Morris, made a dramatic premature entrance in December of the same year. The story is told that the doctor in small town Colorado didn’t expect him to survive. But persistence, patience, and regular 15 minute feedings allowed the scant 4lb preemie to turn into a towering 6’3” man. I followed in 1975, then my brother Michael Steven arrived in 1980 and left us in 1981. Megan Michelle finished our family with her arrival in 1983.
Dad was a truck driver, a mechanic, a tinkerer of all things engine related. He always smelled of diesel oil and vanilla. His truck had a never-ending box of Cheeze-its and a fine layer of dust. His hands, freckled, scarred and strong, seemed to always have engine grease along the nail bed, a permanent staining from years of work.
He loved his family, would do anything he could to see his kids happy and healthy. He was a defender, protector and occasional disciplinarian. He was patient (almost infuriatingly so), calm and slow to anger. He was a dreamer, a hard worker and very much loved.
