Dalton Earl Hale said this of his father:
"I was nineteen months old when my dad died.
He didn't smoke or drink. He was a hard worker. He farmed.
One story goes that he wanted to throw an ice cream party one time. He staked his cow out in the yard to get plenty of good grass and give plenty of good cream. Somehow she broke her neck... that kinda ended the notion of an ice-cream party!
"I guess my dad worked himself to death. They said he would pick cotton in the moonlight. I always imagined he had a little debt he wanted to pay off and had to work day and night to get the money.
"My mother had some letters, now lost, dated 1917 from him, which sounded like before they got married."
"I was nineteen months old when my dad died.
He didn't smoke or drink. He was a hard worker. He farmed.
One story goes that he wanted to throw an ice cream party one time. He staked his cow out in the yard to get plenty of good grass and give plenty of good cream. Somehow she broke her neck... that kinda ended the notion of an ice-cream party!
"I guess my dad worked himself to death. They said he would pick cotton in the moonlight. I always imagined he had a little debt he wanted to pay off and had to work day and night to get the money.
"My mother had some letters, now lost, dated 1917 from him, which sounded like before they got married."
Dalton Earl Hale said this of his father:
"I was nineteen months old when my dad died.
He didn't smoke or drink. He was a hard worker. He farmed.
One story goes that he wanted to throw an ice cream party one time. He staked his cow out in the yard to get plenty of good grass and give plenty of good cream. Somehow she broke her neck... that kinda ended the notion of an ice-cream party!
"I guess my dad worked himself to death. They said he would pick cotton in the moonlight. I always imagined he had a little debt he wanted to pay off and had to work day and night to get the money.
"My mother had some letters, now lost, dated 1917 from him, which sounded like before they got married."
"I was nineteen months old when my dad died.
He didn't smoke or drink. He was a hard worker. He farmed.
One story goes that he wanted to throw an ice cream party one time. He staked his cow out in the yard to get plenty of good grass and give plenty of good cream. Somehow she broke her neck... that kinda ended the notion of an ice-cream party!
"I guess my dad worked himself to death. They said he would pick cotton in the moonlight. I always imagined he had a little debt he wanted to pay off and had to work day and night to get the money.
"My mother had some letters, now lost, dated 1917 from him, which sounded like before they got married."
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"Thy trials ended,
Thy rest is won"
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The headstone is incorrect on his birthdate. He was born in 1898, not 1889.
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