The first Saturday in October was the Garrison reunion at Fayette. The Garrison Boys were there, and all looked to be doing well. Uncle Donalds wife Aunt Edith in is poor health and was not able to come. But Uncle Donald was there, as was Uncle Jake, looking good to be 85. Uncle Johnny and Catherine was there also. These are Daddy's brothers. Uncle Clayton passed away about 25 years ago. I had not seen his girls in several years, and it was good to see them all there and doing well. When we left the park, we drove by my grandmothers house, it still looked like it did for years, the same log posts in front and the unpainted block walls. Then we went by the cemetary where mothers parents are buried. I tried to find the cemetary where daddys parents are but missed the turn, They are at the Cleveland Church of Christ near Berry. We would go to church there when we visited Fayette. They didn't have a full time preacher and we would go for Sunday School and communion. Times like this remind me how much I miss not having Daddy around. It still seems a shame that he was taken from us at such an early age. He was 67 and has been gone for 14 years. I still think of him often. I know Mother misses him greatly. I'm sure she would be in better shape if he was still here.
Mother fell last Friday, and bruised herself up pretty good. We went over Saturday night with some potato soup and her favorite Mexican cornbread. She was hurting so bad that she couldn't eat. After supper we helped her get back in bed, and it hurt her so bad, we decided to take her to Princeton. There, the x-rays showed a broken toe, and possible break below her knee. They admitted her to run more tests. She has been having leg pain for some time now, and I think the fall aggrievated it. I hope they can help to ease the physical pain. This past Oct 25 would have been my parents 60th wedding anniversary. Times like this really get mother down. I know that she would like to have daddy around. But that can't happen. For those of you that never met him, he was a good man, husband, and father. I have met many people who knew him and I never had anyone say anything bad about him. I know I am prejudist about this, but it is the truth. He didn't talk much, but a lot of people have told me that he made a lot of sense and when he said something it would be worth hearing. If he didn't like someone he never said anything bad about them, he just wouldn't wouldn't have much to do with them. I wish the grandkids that came later coud have met him. I am sad that they will never know his corny humor and mischevious ways, Mother had been putting a puzzle together and was just about through when daddy put a piece in his shirt pocket while she wasn't looking. He said that when she couldn't find it he would put it in and get credit for finishing the puzzle. He was a good man and is still missed greatly by all those that knew him. Enought for now. Remember Mother in your prayers that she can recover and ease the pain she suffers from. I never know how to end things so Bye.
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About Me
- Kent Garrison
- I live in Minor, was born here and moved back about 14 years ago. Graduated from Minor in 1971. Went to work at Princeton in 1972 been there ever since. I attend Sylvan Springs Church of Christ, have been an elder for about 8 years. I have been blessed with 3 children who have grown up in the church and are still active and faithful. Ben married to Rachel, April married to Jason who gave me my first and so-far my only grandchild Alissa Brooke. Joseph who still lives at home and works for RPS ambulance service. My wife of 32 years is Phyllis I met her at Princeton we both grew up in Minor.
4 comments:
Your Dad was a very special man, and I too, still miss him. My favorite story is when he cut down a tree in our yard and knocked my power off! He assured me he knew what he was doing and would not hit the house (which he didn't). My power was off for hours!
I remember that, I was there. I had seen the wires, and wondered if the tree would clear. I thought daddy knew they were there. I didn't know that dad never saw them until the tree fell.
I love you very much and I wish our Papa was here so much. He was a great person he would have been so proud of these kid's. The Great Great Grand Kid's would have loved him to and he would have all of them spoiled.
I have many special memories of your Dad. One was going to Auburn with him to a ballgame. He was a quiet man, but not quiet enough that day about Alabama. I thought he might get us into a scuffle. Too, the hours we spent jogging were special. He was really into it and was proud of that Vulcan Run 10k he did- maybe more than one. I can still recall one elders meeting that he was in where he had not said much of anything, til one of the men got a bit testy and said he couldn't go along with something the other 3 wanted to do. Very calmly Teamus told him, "Well, if the other 3 of us vote for it, you will have to go along, because there is only one of you and there are three of us." He knew when to speak up.
I know you are having a time with your Mom now as well as Phylis's Dad. We need to start a club. But even these times are special with our parents. We won't have them much longer.
You Mom has always been special to me too. If nothing else, we can always talk about the Braves. She knows lots more about them than I do. I'd like to hear her sing, Preacher and the Bear right now.
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