Daddy Playing the Mandolin, He played the
Violin, and Harmonica and what they used to call the juiceharp. He
also had a beautiful Singing voice and I loved to hear him sing some of the
old songs like "Little Sailor Boy", and "Come All You Young Companions" I
have a tape of Andy Griffith singing and when I first heard this tape it
reminded me so much of daddy that I cried. The voices are so similar.
It seems that there are always some things that have a way of
locking themselves into our memories and remembering them always makes
us feel meloncholy and sometimes sad. Such are some of the memories
that I have recorded in the following poem that I wrote for my dad almost
20 years ago. He was an avid lover of baseball, fishing, and although
he liked to hunt he didn't like to kill any animal. This has a way
of restricting your hunting. I am so like him in this way. I
love to hunt with a camera and although I feel it is hypocritical to eat
meat and still maintain that it is wrong to kill an animal, I do enjoy a
good steak, chicken, or fish along with most people. I just do not
have it in me to kill anything. I will leave this to those that can.
My dad was raised on a farm and loved horses so much. He had
some that he talked about until the day he died. He was the most honest
person I have ever known and had the strength and integrity to stand for
what he believed to be true. I did not always agree with him in theory
or ideas but I always respected his honesty and straight-forwardness. I
do not ever remember my dad ever using a swear word. If he ever
did it was not in my presences. I do not ever remember him doing or
saying anything that would hurt another person. I think his greatest
love next to his church, wife and family was his great love for music of
all kinds though he was always more inclined to play western. When
I think of him I think of "That Silver Haired Daddy of Mine" A song
that I have heard him play many times and my Mom sing many times. "Rocking
Alone In An Old Rocking Chair" was another of their favorites.
He was a very loyal husband and caring father. When I was very
young I always thought of him as being very strict, and I guess he was.
But through this I learned self discipline and responsibility. I
will always be greatful for this. He was not always right, which ones
of us are, but he always did what he thought to be right and good for us.
My Father in Heaven must have loved me very much to have given me such
warm and loving parents.
TRIBUTE TO
DADDY
Dear old friend the time has come for me to
say things closest to my heart
To tell you how I feel today, but where do
I start?
I guess at the beginning in the long years
gone by,
when I was just a toddler and you a tall giant
of a guy.
there are so many memories of you, Dad, as
I was growing up
So many tender moments, to fill my life with
love and hope.
I always felt you needed someone to share your
love for sports,
so I tried to be your tomboy, and I guess right
from the start
you sensed that I was trying cause you took
me to the games
to watch the great ball players in the old
ball stadiums.
If I tried to tell of all the ways you've
influenced my life
I would take a book thick enough to make a
pillar to the sky.
I remember when I was sick in bed, I waited
for you to come home.
You always brought me fountain coke, but dad
it was you, and you alone,
that gave me the needed medicine, that always
made me well.
The comfort from strong working hands, and
I could always tell
your love was there beside me, I could see
it in your eyes,
and I know you've never known these things
and you never realized
how your firm and constant discipline gave
comfort when it was needed
to a growing girl, sometimes confused, but
your words I always heeded.
I think often of the Sundays and Holidays that
have come and gone
I can hear you playing music on the violin
and us singing along
My love for music grew and grew as you encouraged
us to play
and sing the songs which we all loved and enjoyed
along life's way.
I'll bet you don't know how your love of the
little ones of this earth
the animals and such, has given me an appreciation
of their worth
I can think of all those stories of your life
on the farm
and the love for your livestock shown through
kind, gentle, and warm.
Your honesty was displayed in each word and
every deed
and I can't think of a time when your life
was ruled by greed.
You might look back and wonder what things
you've done in life,
and ponder what you've left behind in this
world of toil and strife.
but I can tell you Daddy and good and faithful
friend,
that your strength and strong convictions will
never, never end.
For the generations yet to come will still
know the good you've left behind.
And all the things I've learned from you will
be passed on down the line.
Your love of God and constant faith has never
ever wavered
Your trust in his goodness, and belief in our
Savior
has pulled me back into his arms so many many
times.
as you've reached down into the depths of all
the dirt and grime
and pulled me up to stand beside you and brushed
away the cares
and made me face the love of truth and be very
much aware
that you'd fight for this family or crawl each
step of the way
that we might be together on the great and
final judgment day.
Now maybe this might tell you and and help
you understand
why in the beginning I called you old
and trusted friend.
I know God has prepared a place for spirits
like your's dear dad
a place of peace and happiness and no one is
ever sad
And I can only promise if it's possible for
me
I'll be right there beside you and mom throughout
eternity.
By Shirley Winters
"Daddy left behind a legacy of truth and integrity
for which he stood for each day of his life. He loved his family and
served them daily. He was always there for us
to encourage us and share with us a love for
music. Thank you Daddy, I know you can read this and understand as
you look down on us from your home above."
" We love you Daddy."
Daddy Playing the Mandolin, He played the Violin, and Harmonica and what they used to call the juiceharp. He also had a beautiful Singing voice and I loved to hear him sing some of the old songs like "Little Sailor Boy", and "Come All You Young Companions" I have a tape of Andy Griffith singing and when I first heard this tape it reminded me so much of daddy that I cried. The voices are so similar. It seems that there are always some things that have a way of locking themselves into our memories and remembering them always makes us feel meloncholy and sometimes sad. Such are some of the memories that I have recorded in the following poem that I wrote for my dad almost 20 years ago. He was an avid lover of baseball, fishing, and although he liked to hunt he didn't like to kill any animal. This has a way of restricting your hunting. I am so like him in this way. I love to hunt with a camera and although I feel it is hypocritical to eat meat and still maintain that it is wrong to kill an animal, I do enjoy a good steak, chicken, or fish along with most people. I just do not have it in me to kill anything. I will leave this to those that can. My dad was raised on a farm and loved horses so much. He had some that he talked about until the day he died. He was the most honest person I have ever known and had the strength and integrity to stand for what he believed to be true. I did not always agree with him in theory or ideas but I always respected his honesty and straight-forwardness. I do not ever remember my dad ever using a swear word. If he ever did it was not in my presences. I do not ever remember him doing or saying anything that would hurt another person. I think his greatest love next to his church, wife and family was his great love for music of all kinds though he was always more inclined to play western. When I think of him I think of "That Silver Haired Daddy of Mine" A song that I have heard him play many times and my Mom sing many times. "Rocking Alone In An Old Rocking Chair" was another of their favorites. He was a very loyal husband and caring father. When I was very young I always thought of him as being very strict, and I guess he was. But through this I learned self discipline and responsibility. I will always be greatful for this. He was not always right, which ones of us are, but he always did what he thought to be right and good for us. My Father in Heaven must have loved me very much to have given me such warm and loving parents.
TRIBUTE TO DADDY
Dear old friend the time has come for me to say things closest to my heart
To tell you how I feel today, but where do I start?
I guess at the beginning in the long years gone by,
when I was just a toddler and you a tall giant of a guy.
there are so many memories of you, Dad, as I was growing up
So many tender moments, to fill my life with love and hope.
I always felt you needed someone to share your love for sports,
so I tried to be your tomboy, and I guess right from the start
you sensed that I was trying cause you took me to the games
to watch the great ball players in the old ball stadiums.
If I tried to tell of all the ways you've influenced my life
I would take a book thick enough to make a pillar to the sky.
I remember when I was sick in bed, I waited for you to come home.
You always brought me fountain coke, but dad it was you, and you alone,
that gave me the needed medicine, that always made me well.
The comfort from strong working hands, and I could always tell
your love was there beside me, I could see it in your eyes,
and I know you've never known these things and you never realized
how your firm and constant discipline gave comfort when it was needed
to a growing girl, sometimes confused, but your words I always heeded.
I think often of the Sundays and Holidays that have come and gone
I can hear you playing music on the violin and us singing along
My love for music grew and grew as you encouraged us to play
and sing the songs which we all loved and enjoyed along life's way.
I'll bet you don't know how your love of the little ones of this earth
the animals and such, has given me an appreciation of their worth
I can think of all those stories of your life on the farm
and the love for your livestock shown through kind, gentle, and warm.
Your honesty was displayed in each word and every deed
and I can't think of a time when your life was ruled by greed.
You might look back and wonder what things you've done in life,
and ponder what you've left behind in this world of toil and strife.
but I can tell you Daddy and good and faithful friend,
that your strength and strong convictions will never, never end.
For the generations yet to come will still know the good you've left behind.
And all the things I've learned from you will be passed on down the line.
Your love of God and constant faith has never ever wavered
Your trust in his goodness, and belief in our Savior
has pulled me back into his arms so many many times.
as you've reached down into the depths of all the dirt and grime
and pulled me up to stand beside you and brushed away the cares
and made me face the love of truth and be very much aware
that you'd fight for this family or crawl each step of the way
that we might be together on the great and final judgment day.
Now maybe this might tell you and and help you understand
why in the beginning I called you old and trusted friend.
I know God has prepared a place for spirits like your's dear dad
a place of peace and happiness and no one is ever sad
And I can only promise if it's possible for me
I'll be right there beside you and mom throughout eternity.
By Shirley Winters
"Daddy left behind a legacy of truth and integrity for which he stood for each day of his life. He loved his family and served them daily. He was always there for us
to encourage us and share with us a love for music. Thank you Daddy, I know you can read this and understand as you look down on us from your home above."
" We love you Daddy."