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I could never tell a story the way he could, and would never pretend to try. However, I remember a few things he use to tell us. For instance, when he and my mother were first married and he was working in Charleston, he hitched to work and back home. On one particular day it was raining and no one stopped. My grandfather, (my mother's father) who did not quite like my dad drove right past him and did not stop. If you knew my dad, you can imagine what was said about my grandfather. |
| When I got pregnant with my first son, he wouldn't speak to me for two months. When he finally came around we had decided on a name for our son. We chose Blake. Of course, he didn't like that name. He told us that he was going to call him Boo Boo. Boo Boo, because he was my boo-boo. Then he told me if I had another one it would be Oops. I found out later that he couldn't stand the name Blake. When he was a kid his dad (my grandpa) was stationed in Hawaii and on the base there was a bully in the neighborhood named Blake. |
| Daddy use to tell me when he worked for this tire company in Houston, I believe, he would get on the P.A. system and sing Love Me Tender. He said people would think Elvis was on. Daddy could sound just like him when he wanted to. When daddy sang, it was like magic to my ears. I could sit for hours and just listen to him sing. His song is what I miss most. |
| When he and I used to work together here at Tuboscope, oh around 1978-9, one day we had to go work on a coating gun around 8 am. We would generally work together on breakdowns and would trade off and on as to who would work on the machine and who would go for the parts........Anyway, I was bent down over the machine and had my head stuck in it to work on it and would ask for a tool or part or such and all the time I kept hearin' this smackin' goin' on and such and finally I looked out from under the machine to ask what was goin' on and there he was, just plain as day, chewin' on a fried oyster................
Well I just fell out laffin' cause he had a wrench in one hand and an oyster in the other......at 8 in the mornin' !!!!! ......... And to top it all off, he had lined his shirt pocket with a paper towel and had filled his pocket with fried oysters.
I just laughed and laughed to the point that he stopped eatin' long enough to tell me to SHUT UP and threatened to introduce me to Jack Johnson!!! We had a lot of fun back then.............What I remember about him most was that on the surface he was tough as nails and underneath he was the softest kindest person you would ever want to meet.............by Joe Hain, brother-in-law |
| He was on his way to pick me up for work one mornin' ( I was usually late which would make him mad) and when he got to the corner of Lamonte and Rosalyn Rd. he noticed a blind lady with a seeing eye dog at the corner waiting to cross the street.
All of a sudden a car came by and hit her dog and run it over. Well, he got out and ran over to the blind lady who was calling out to her dog. The dog was just laying there dying with her tugging at his handle calling out his name. He tried to help the dog and told her what had happened. She started to cry and got all upset cause she couldn't see and her dog was so important to her.
Your dad ran over to a house and had them call the police. Your dad stayed with the lady until they arrived.
It seems to me that the local news stations got wind of what happened to the lady and helped her get a new dog. Her loosing her dog was real difficult because it takes a long time to train one and then the dog has to be trained to it's owner.
I think that your dad tried to keep up with her for awhile to make sure she was doin' OK. While a lot of folks would have just passed on by, your dad would always stop and see if he could help when someone was in need.
I used to tell people that he was the kind of guy that when he was mad he would kick your ass and drive it in the dirt.............And then he would pick you up, dust you off, ask if you were all right, and tell you he was sorry!!!.............by Joe Hain, brother-in-law |
