Roy was the son of Charles and Veeda (Meranda)Breakfield. He served as a Sargent in the Marine Corps during WWII. Roy worked three job when his kids were small.
When we were older he worked for Wyerhouser as a machanic up Alegany and Delwood.
One could not have asked for a better dad or grandpa. We ALL love him and miss him. Wife of 51years, Sarah Ann (Wheeler)Breakfield ashes buried with LeRoy on May 23,2000. buried next to grandson Ivan Joseph Cook II(joe Pendleton)12/13/73-12/31/79.
Roy and Sarah were married on July 3,had 7 children four boys and three girls numorous grandchildren and great grandchildren.
the following is a poem written about Roy Breakfield by his granddaughter Ellie Cook.
MY GRANDFATHER
My grandfather stands
In the doorway,
Strong and Majestic.
I look in his eyes,
So soft and Loving,
I see the Punishment Time has dealt him.
In the tan weary lines of his face,
I see the years and the ways he has fought for his family.
His hair, now thin and gray,
Tremors in the wind.
The body, that once belonged to a young man,
Has been molded and transformed
Into the Mountain of Knowledge
By the rock of experiance and the winds of time.
My Grandfather's hands, callused and rugged,
Swell with strength
And courage.
His rugged voice,
Convays his love
And expresses his sprit of
Survival.
My Grandfather stands
In the doorway,
Clinging to the past
Yet eager for the future.
by ELC May 20, 1988
Thank you to Carron Birch for sponsoring my father and mother's graves.
When we were older he worked for Wyerhouser as a machanic up Alegany and Delwood.
One could not have asked for a better dad or grandpa. We ALL love him and miss him. Wife of 51years, Sarah Ann (Wheeler)Breakfield ashes buried with LeRoy on May 23,2000. buried next to grandson Ivan Joseph Cook II(joe Pendleton)12/13/73-12/31/79.
Roy and Sarah were married on July 3,had 7 children four boys and three girls numorous grandchildren and great grandchildren.
the following is a poem written about Roy Breakfield by his granddaughter Ellie Cook.
MY GRANDFATHER
My grandfather stands
In the doorway,
Strong and Majestic.
I look in his eyes,
So soft and Loving,
I see the Punishment Time has dealt him.
In the tan weary lines of his face,
I see the years and the ways he has fought for his family.
His hair, now thin and gray,
Tremors in the wind.
The body, that once belonged to a young man,
Has been molded and transformed
Into the Mountain of Knowledge
By the rock of experiance and the winds of time.
My Grandfather's hands, callused and rugged,
Swell with strength
And courage.
His rugged voice,
Convays his love
And expresses his sprit of
Survival.
My Grandfather stands
In the doorway,
Clinging to the past
Yet eager for the future.
by ELC May 20, 1988
Thank you to Carron Birch for sponsoring my father and mother's graves.
Roy was the son of Charles and Veeda (Meranda)Breakfield. He served as a Sargent in the Marine Corps during WWII. Roy worked three job when his kids were small.
When we were older he worked for Wyerhouser as a machanic up Alegany and Delwood.
One could not have asked for a better dad or grandpa. We ALL love him and miss him. Wife of 51years, Sarah Ann (Wheeler)Breakfield ashes buried with LeRoy on May 23,2000. buried next to grandson Ivan Joseph Cook II(joe Pendleton)12/13/73-12/31/79.
Roy and Sarah were married on July 3,had 7 children four boys and three girls numorous grandchildren and great grandchildren.
the following is a poem written about Roy Breakfield by his granddaughter Ellie Cook.
MY GRANDFATHER
My grandfather stands
In the doorway,
Strong and Majestic.
I look in his eyes,
So soft and Loving,
I see the Punishment Time has dealt him.
In the tan weary lines of his face,
I see the years and the ways he has fought for his family.
His hair, now thin and gray,
Tremors in the wind.
The body, that once belonged to a young man,
Has been molded and transformed
Into the Mountain of Knowledge
By the rock of experiance and the winds of time.
My Grandfather's hands, callused and rugged,
Swell with strength
And courage.
His rugged voice,
Convays his love
And expresses his sprit of
Survival.
My Grandfather stands
In the doorway,
Clinging to the past
Yet eager for the future.
by ELC May 20, 1988
Thank you to Carron Birch for sponsoring my father and mother's graves.
When we were older he worked for Wyerhouser as a machanic up Alegany and Delwood.
One could not have asked for a better dad or grandpa. We ALL love him and miss him. Wife of 51years, Sarah Ann (Wheeler)Breakfield ashes buried with LeRoy on May 23,2000. buried next to grandson Ivan Joseph Cook II(joe Pendleton)12/13/73-12/31/79.
Roy and Sarah were married on July 3,had 7 children four boys and three girls numorous grandchildren and great grandchildren.
the following is a poem written about Roy Breakfield by his granddaughter Ellie Cook.
MY GRANDFATHER
My grandfather stands
In the doorway,
Strong and Majestic.
I look in his eyes,
So soft and Loving,
I see the Punishment Time has dealt him.
In the tan weary lines of his face,
I see the years and the ways he has fought for his family.
His hair, now thin and gray,
Tremors in the wind.
The body, that once belonged to a young man,
Has been molded and transformed
Into the Mountain of Knowledge
By the rock of experiance and the winds of time.
My Grandfather's hands, callused and rugged,
Swell with strength
And courage.
His rugged voice,
Convays his love
And expresses his sprit of
Survival.
My Grandfather stands
In the doorway,
Clinging to the past
Yet eager for the future.
by ELC May 20, 1988
Thank you to Carron Birch for sponsoring my father and mother's graves.
