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Military Monday – Mom Remembers WWII

As I have mentioned here before, my Mother is fighting Alzheimer’s. I try not to say too much on here about it because I want to respect her privacy. But, this is so hard. Everything you have heard about Alzheimer’s is all that and more. I wish there was a way I could make this easier for my Mom, and my Dad but there is no magical pill or a cure and boy does that scare me. Will I be next?  Will it skip me, but hit my children? Grandchildren? We need a cure people!!  I don’t want a single other person to have to go through this.  My family, currently has three people fighting Alzheimer’s.  Can you believe that?  Please pray for all of them!

I usually cook supper every night for them as she can no longer cook. My brother helps by cooking sometimes, but we all eat together every night at my house and while I get frustrated and tired of doing the dishes, I also know that time is slipping away and so are my mother’s memories, so when she is having a good day and she starts telling stories, like what I am about to share with you, I know the dishes won’t matter in a few years. In fact, when I think about it, they don’t even matter now.  I’m very glad to have this time with my Momma and thankful for a steadfast husband that supports me in taking care of them. I wouldn’t trade this time in my life for anything.  Well, except a cure.

One night after dinner Mom, when Mom was having one of her good days, she started talking about the war and I asked her to stop and let me get my recorder and record her, and this is what I got. I put a few photos with it, and some music and I hope you will enjoy listening to her talk about her memories of life during WWII.

After I put the video together, I decided I would make another Project Life page for my Family History scrapbook. This seemed like the perfect thing to do a page about. I was also thinking about this wonderful video, and how could I possibly incorporate it into my scrapbook.  I didn’t want this wonderful video lost in the depths of my computer!

Then it hit me! A QR Code! If you don’t know about QR Codes, you might consider hitting up Google and learning a little bit.  They are on everything these days.   I have a FREE app on my phone called QRReader, and you can go to this website, Unitag and generate a code for FREE!  It cost me nothing to add this to my scrapbook page, and now anytime someone looks through the book, they can scan the QR code, and watch the video on their phone or tablet.  In fact, if you have a QR reader on your phone already you can actually put it up to the computer screen, scan the bar code in the photo below and it will take you right to the video.

So, here is my page.

Mom Remembers WWII

Mom Remembers WWII Project Life Page

I won’t completely depend on the QR Code to work forever though.  I will always include a flash drive in every album with the photos and videos on it, so if anyone wants a copy of anything in it, no digging around in the depths of my computer, all I have to do is get the flash drive from the album and copy them on whatever they want.

I may at some point make a transcript of the conversation to put in the scrapbook, just in case future technology doesn’t recognize our current technology anymore. I wouldn’t want that wonderful story lost forever if the video can no longer be played.

I also made a DVD of the video above for Mom and Dad, and brother John.  I hope they will enjoy it as much as I did making it.

What a great treasure from Momma, in just a whim of a five minute conversation.  Which is the reason my goofy dog Ringo was barking throughout the video, I really didn’t have plans to do much with the video which is why I didn’t shush him, but it turned out great anyway and I’m thankful to have this history to pass down to future generations.

Thanks, Momma!

52 Ancestors – #7 Mary Virginia (Ball) Parks

I have decided to accept the challenge of Amy Johnson Crow over at No Story Too Small blog. Amy challenges us: 52 Ancestors in 52 weeks.  I think this is an excellent challenge as I tend to focus on my brick walls, and this will force me to fan out in my tree and focus on other ancestors.

Please meet my maternal grandmother, Mary Virginia (Ball) Parks.  Week seven, and my seventh post in the challenge.

Mary Virginia Ball Parks

Mary Virginia (Ball) Parks

This post will be very hard for me to do because I was so close to my grandmother. She was everything to me and so I will tell you about some memories I have of her, and not get so much into the technical side of where she was on what census and so on and so forth.

Most of what I learned, I learned from my grandmother. Early on, until I was a teenager, she was “Nonnie”. Nonnie and Daddy-O. What great names for grandparents. I wish I knew why or how we started calling them that, but we just did. I wrote about Daddy-O last week on 52 Ancestors – #6 William John Parks so I figured I might as well go ahead and write about her and get it over with.

Don’t get me wrong, I want to tell you all about my Nonnie, but boy is it hard, it’s still so close to my heart.  I still miss her like she passed away yesterday, I don’t think it will ever get easier.

First I will tell you some factual stuff, just to tell where she came from.  She was born on May 24, 1913 to Bye Ball and Wevie Henri (Anderson) Ball.  My mother put in her obituary that she was born in Bowie Co., Texas but I was able to find her birth certificate and found that she was actually born in Forth Worth, Tarrant Co., Texas.

Mary Virginia Ball, Birth Certificate.

Mary Virginia Ball, Birth Certificate.

It always pays to search out information you think you know! When I went and visited cousin Karen (Ball) Cowan, she had a photo album from when Bye and Wevie lived in Fort Worth, and this is the earliest picture I have of my Nonnie.

William Norman, Mary Ball Parks,  Dorothy Ball Johnson,  Wevie Anderson Ball

William Norman, Mary Ball Parks, Dorothy Ball Johnson, Wevie Anderson Ball

That’s Nonnie in the middle held by her mother Wevie, Aunt Dorothy is on the right, and their cousin William Norman is on the left.

Then I have this picture, and I love this picture.  This is the same children, being held by their grandfather, John Edward Anderson.

Uncle Son, Nonnie, Aunt Dorothy, John Anderson, and William Norman

Uncle Son, Nonnie, Aunt Dorothy, John Anderson, and William Norman

There’s Nonnie in the middle, and yes! It does look like Uncle Son is wearing a dress, but that’s what they did back then. My grandmother told me so great stories from her childhood. She was also a Ball, which means she was very hot-headed, and so one time I remember when the movie Titanic came out and she and I were talking and my dumb self says, “Nonnie, where were you when the Titanic Sank?”

Big Mistake. Big. Huge.

She started ranting and raving, and said to me “Well, my word! Just how old do you think I am? I wasn’t even born yet!” And she was right! The Titanic sunk on April 15, 1912 and she was born a little over a year later. I did make sure and point that out!

I mean, Hey! My bad! I figured if you were around when you still rode in a horse a buggy, you might have been around when the Titanic sank, but it just wasn’t so. She did tell me that when they got their first car, if it was cold outside, they would heat bricks in the stove and put them in a pan in the floorboard to help keep them warm on the way to church.

She also told me that she spent one whole day hiding up in a tree because she skipped school and she was afraid of her Dad, and she watched him running around hollering for her all day. She said she got the whipping of her life that night when she finally came down.

Mary Ball, in New Boston

Mary Ball, in New Boston

This is my grandmother on the street in New Boston. I love this picture, boy does the town not show the time period or what!

You can read about the story of her elopement and how scared she was of her father here on Ground Hog Day Elopement, and Wedding Wednesday – Bill and Mary Parks.

Soon after she married Daddy-O, they had my mother.  I also love this picture.  This was at the grand canyon on a trip they took.

Nonnie, Mom and Daddy-0

Nonnie, Mom and Daddy-0

In this photo, Nonnie is in the back standing next to her father Bye, and Aunt Dorothy is on the front standing next to their mother, Wevie.

Aunt Dorothy, Wevie, Bye and Nonnie

Aunt Dorothy, Wevie, Bye and Nonnie

Now, I know Nonnie and Aunt Dorothy loved each other, BUT!! They fought like cats and dogs!! Even up until the end. They would squabble every time they were around each other, and if I asked Nonnie about it, I was done for! She had no clue what I was talking about, they didn’t squabble and she loved her sister!

This is Nonnie with her brother, known to me as Uncle Son, with his wife Aunt Melba.

Aunt Melba, Uncle Son, and Nonnie

Aunt Melba, Uncle Son, and Nonnie

I don’t know how Uncle Son made it out without permanent damage from Aunt Dorothy and Nonnie. She told me they were pretty mean to him at times. Oh! Remember I mentioned before about Nonnie and Aunt Dorothy squabbling? Well, when Uncle Son died we were all at his house for visitation and I will never forget this! It was 1989 and I was going to a technical college and had a brand new mustang gt car, which Mother and I drove to Texarkana to go to Uncle Son’s funeral. I parked my car, across the street a couple of cars away from Uncle Son and Aunt Melba’s driveway. Well, Nonnie and Aunt Dorothy decided we were all going to the funeral home together for visitation and we would ride with her. She was parked in their driveway, and when she barreled out of there, she backed right into a car parked there. I said to Mom, “Thank God I didn’t park there.” Nonnie, lit into Aunt Dorothy and they spoke words to each other all the way to the funeral home. Things like “Blind as Bat”, “Drive like a Drunk”, “Always talking, shut up and let me drive” and so on.

The visitation was very sad and every one was on edge because of the fiasco with the car. Aunt Dorothy and Nonnie, were crying and we all got back in the car, and well, I should point out that they were doing road work on the road in front of the funeral home and there were orange cones everywhere. They were fixing a drainage ditch right next to the exit of the funeral home, and it was a big hole. I mean big! When we pulled out of there, Aunt Dorothy, cut the corner and dropped the back right well right down in the hole. Nonnie drew in a breathe and was just about to blow it out and start in, and Aunt Dorothy gripped that wheel, looked over at Nonnie and said, “For once in your life Mary, keep your damn mouth shut!” Believe it not, she did! She shut her mouth and never said one word to Aunt Dorothy about dropping that tire down in the hole.  We had to pull over and remove an orange cone from under the car before we arrived back at Uncle Son’s and Aunt Melba’s house.

For the rest of my life though, every time Nonnie would tell me Aunt Dorothy was coming for a visit, she would say, “If she makes it here alive, they really out to take her driver’s license away from her.”

She had no room to talk!! Her driving skills were less than to be desired. She drove her orange Thunderbird (I found this picture, it looks just like her car) like a bat out of hell, blaring Eddie Rabbit (I love a Rainy Night – I still know all the words to this song and Driving My Life Away) while she played his 8 track (remember those people?) in her car and thought the speed limit through Indian Head Lake of 25 mph was utterly ridiculous. She said you could go clear across town in 10 minutes, and it takes 30 minutes to get through the neighborhood. She took out several signs, and there were times I would literally ride on the floorboard when I was with her. She did eventually quit driving though. I think Aunt Dorothy stuck it out for a very long time driving.

I would like to tell you all about how sweet my Aunt Dorothy really was, and so was Uncle Son and Aunt Melba, but I’ll save that for another time.  Boy, did I love them though.  I still miss them.

Before my grandfather died, we would go for visits to their house, and they would come for visits to our house. This was at their apartment in Texarkana.  Four generations!

John, Mary Helen, Susanne, Wevie, and Mary

John, Mary Helen, Susanne, Wevie, and Mary

Nonnie, Daddy-O, John and Susanne

Nonnie, Daddy-O, John and Susanne

Nonnie worked for the Collom and Carney Clinic in Texarkana for thirty years as a receptionist.  I found these photos of her at the clinic, celebrating her birthday, May of 1973.

Nonnie at Collom and Carney, May 1973.

Nonnie at Collom and Carney, May 1973.

Nonnie at Collom and Carney, May 1973.

Nonnie at Collom and Carney, May 1973.

Nonnie, and unknown lady at Collom and Carney, May 1973.

Nonnie, and unknown lady at Collom and Carney, May 1973.

This is John, Poo and myself about 1977, not long before Daddy-O died.

John, Nonnie and Susanne

John, Nonnie and Susanne

When Daddy-O died in 1978, she was changed forever. They had been so active, traveling and fishing and just living life. She came to live with us and it seemed her spirit died when he did. At first she and I shared a room, but then Mom and Dad built her a room on to the house and it was like her own little apartment. She had everything but a kitchen. She took us kids everywhere we needed to go. She did the laundry for Mom while they were at work, and she cooked dinner every night and Mom and I would clean the dishes. She moved through life, but she never embraced it like she did when Daddy-O was alive. Aunt Dorothy would beg her to join some clubs and make some friends, but she never would. Aunt Dorothy begged her to come and stay with her (they probably would have killed each other), and she wouldn’t. Ladies from the neighborhood would come and offer to take her to lunch or out to a movie, and she just wouldn’t go.

From the time she moved in, I literally thought she would die any minute because she told me so. Consistently! She’d say, “Now that Bill is gone, it won’t be long before my time is up. I’ve got these stomach problems you know?!” At first, I believed her but as the years wore on, I began to really realize how much she truly missed Daddy-O. He was the love of her life and she didn’t mind telling you so. “I just want to be with Bill!” She’d say.

Now, every family is not perfect and we had our moments, she and I.  John was by all means her favorite. It didn’t matter what he did to me, if I went and told her she took his side.

Always.

In this picture, I don’t have a clue what was wrong, but I’ll bet you some money, John either pinched me, pulled me, poked me, pinned me down and farted on my head, kicked me for no reason or drug me across the carpet to see how many rug burns he could give me. He’s probably trying to get my eye to tell me to “Shut up and say nothing or you will pay later!” and Nonnie is probably saying, “Well, what did you do to make him do that? You know it was probably just an accident.” I have no clue what Mom was happy about, but it appears I wasn’t.  That was a typical day for me until John decided to quit torturing me.

Nonnie, Susanne, Mary Helen and John

Nonnie, Susanne, Mary Helen and John

He was probably hugging up to her right then thanking her for taking his side! LOL

Nonnie and John

Nonnie and John

One particular day,  I went and told her that John was being mean to me, and she of course took his side. I screamed at her, “I’m sick of this and I’m going to run away!” and she was standing at the kitchen counter preparing supper, and she turned to me and said, “Do you want me to help you pack?” I told her “No, Thanks!!” I stormed up to my room, packed up my little red suitcase (with a doll and one pair of pants I think) and walked right past her in the kitchen with my suitcase. She never said a word. I got to the back door and yelled “Bye!!!!!” and she still didn’t say anything.

Out into the snow I went.

In sandals.

I walked all the way from our house at the back of Indian Head to the 7-11 that used to be right at the entrance of Indian Head Lake Estates. This was about 1 1/2 miles.  The further from home I got, and the closer to the store I got, I kept telling myself, when I get there, I’m going to beg for a dime and call my Mom! I was cold and tired!

Back home, panic was in full swing when Nonnie realized I was really gone but she wouldn’t drive in the snow, so Mom and Dad were on their way home from work (and madder than a wet hen), when a neighbor saw me and picked me up and took me home. When Mom and Dad got home, I got one of the two whippings I ever got from my Dad. I guess I deserved it, but man, at the time, I thought Nonnie did too! She did feel guilty though, and after that, she treated me a lot more fairly than she had and man I grew to love her so much.

She was steadfast!! She was always there, no matter what. If I was sick, she was there rubbing my head and soothing me. If I needed something, she made sure I had it. She sat for hours every summer in a lawn chair underneath a tree at the Indian Head swimming pool so I could swim. She took me to every Dr. visit I ever went to, she loved my friends and she loved us.

Most of my teenage friends will remember Nonnie like this.  Right before I got out of high school, we started calling her Poo, and that’s what she was called up until she died.

Nonnie, Christmas 1993

Nonnie, Christmas 1993

When her health began to decline, she decided to move to an assisted living center where she seemed to thrive. She started making friends, went to church and went to the dances they had and all of the activities. She was my old Nonnie again! I loved seeing her happy again.

We were lucky in that she got to know all of her great-grandchildren. This picture is of Jonathan, Justin, Poo, and William, with her holding my little Knucklehead. She considered Dad’s children from his first marriage hers too, and when asked about her family, she always proudly listed them out like they were her own blood grandchildren.

Poo with her great-grandchildren.

Poo with her great-grandchildren.

We celebrated her 90th birthday with her.

Mary Ball Parks 90th Birthday Poo

Mary Ball Parks 90th Birthday. “Poo”

We took care of our Poo, just like she had us for so many years. We visited her often, although she was very happy, she was always happiest when we all came for a visit. Although Knucklehead would have been much happier if he could have kept showing Poo his cartwheels this day instead of posing for a picture.

Poo, Susie and Knucklehead

Poo, Susie and Knucklehead

Aunt Dorothy came for a visit in 2005, and it was a hard trip for her to make and I remember when she left Poo looked at me with tears in her eyes and said, that is the last time I will ever see my sister, and she was right. Aunt Dorothy passed in 2006 and this really was the last time they got to see each other.

Aunt Dorothy and Poo 2005

Aunt Dorothy and Poo 2005

This was the last photo we ever took of Poo, she was almost blind when she passed away. She fought glaucoma most of her life.  She loved to read and read books all the time and it was a very sad day for her when she could no longer read.

Mom and Poo

Mom and Poo

Addie, myself and family friend Ashley were privileged to be with her when she passed away on November 29, 2007. We had the hospice priest come and read her the last rites, and I played “What a Wonderful World” by Luis Armstrong, one of her favorite songs on my iPhone which I laid on the pillow next to her ear. I couldn’t talk, and I had so much I wanted to say to her.

I called Addie out in the hall, and asked her to please tell my grandma to let go and go home to Daddy-O and our Lord. I asked her to tell her we loved her and we would see her again one day at the pearly gates. With the music playing, and Addie talking to her, with both of us holding her hands, she passed on. She took her last breath and was finally reunited with the love of her life.

Mary Ball Parks Obit

Poo’s Obituary

She was buried in East Memorial Gardens, in Texarkana next to Daddy-O.  I go and leave her flowers every time I visit the area. There isn’t one day that goes by that I don’t think of her and miss her.

Poo and Daddy-O's Headstone

Poo and Daddy-O’s Headstone

I would have to say, she was one of the greatest loves of my life.

I miss you Poo!

This is how I descend from my Poo.

Daddy-O to Me

Wordless Wednesday – Me and Mom, 1978

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This is me with my mother, Mary Helen Parks Higginbotham in 1978 at the house I grew up in, in Sherwood, Arkansas.

Susanne and Mary Helen Higginbotham about 1978

Susanne and Mary Helen Higginbotham about 1978

52 Ancestors – #6 William John Parks

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I have decided to accept the challenge of Amy Johnson Crow over at No Story Too Small blog. Amy challenges us: 52 Ancestors in 52 weeks.  I think this is an excellent challenge as I tend to focus on my brick walls, and this will force me to fan out in my tree and focus on other ancestors.

Please meet my grandfather, William “Bill” John Parks.  Known by everyone as Bill, but known to me and my brother as Daddy-O. Week six and my sixth post in the challenge.

Daddy O

Daddy O

That is how I remember him the most, so that is why I picked that picture to start out with.

My grandfather came into this world with a very rocky start. His mother died ten days after giving birth to him, which you can read all about that here on Sympathy Saturday – Helen Roleke Parks.  Born to John Triggs Parks, and Helen Roleke Parks, Daddy O was born on 5 Sep 1915 in Kansas City, Missouri.  His mother, a Dr. herself, was one of the very first women to have a C-Section, “a new and radical procedure” at the time, and she would not survive as the Dr. clipped her bowels during the surgery.

This is the earliest picture I have of Daddy O, and his grandfather, William Roleke is holding him.

William Roleke and Bill Parks

William Roleke and Bill Parks

According to my mother, before his father J.T. remarried Missie Sweatt, her father was raised by his father, an uncle and an aunt.  I found this to be supported by the 1920 census. Living with his Widowed father, J.T. Parks, his uncle Henry Parks, his aunt Mary Parks, and two cousins, Earle and Roy Mann.

1920 Census JT Parks Bill Henry Mary Earl and Roy Mann

1920 Census – Blackwell Ward 3, Kay, Oklahoma, JT Parks, Bill Parks, Henry Parks, Mary Parks, Roy Mann, Earle Mann.

My mother said for this time period, his main caregiver was his aunt Mary Moore Parks, whom never married.  Unfortunately, Mary would pass away in 1921.  This is a picture of Daddy O with his aunt Mary Parks.

Bill Parks and his Aunt Mary Parks

Bill Parks and his Aunt Mary Parks

Sometime before the 1930 census, his father married his stepmother, Missie C. Sweatt and she would go on to love him and raise him as her own. She and J.T. never had children of their own, so Daddy O was an only child.

In 1930, I find them living in Amarillo, Texas, Daddy O, J.T. and Missie as well as Karl Roleke, Daddy O’s maternal Uncle.

1930 Census, Amarillo, Texas.  JT, Missie and Bill Parks, with Karl Roleke.

1930 Census, Amarillo, Texas. JT, Missie and Bill Parks, with Karl Roleke.

J.T. was an oil man and at that time, so was Karl Roleke. According to my mother, sometime between the 1930 census, and when he married my grandmother in 1935, my Daddy O was so bad, Grandad Parks (J.T.) sent him to Roswell, New Mexico to the military school there. I have not sent off for the records or tried to research this, but I will do that one day.

Here are a couple of picture of my grandfather taken in the 1920’s or 1930’s.

Bill Parks

Bill Parks

J.T. and Bill Parks

J.T. and Bill Parks

William Roleke, and Bill Parks

William Roleke, and Bill Parks

Bill Parks

Bill Parks

Bill and J.T. Parks

Bill and J.T. Parks

They moved from Amarillo, to Miller Co., Arkansas and somehow Daddy O met my grandmother on a blind date, and they eloped two weeks later and you can read about that here on Ground Hog Day Elopement, and Wedding Wednesday – Bill and Mary Parks.

In 1940, they lived in Garland, Miller Co., Arkansas on Granddad Parks’ farm, with J.T., Missie, Daddy O, Poo, and my mom, Mary Helen. You can read about this farm here, on The Old Barn is Gone.

1940 census JT, Missie, Bill, Mary V, Mary H Parks

1940 census Garland, Miller Co., Arkansas, JT, Missie, Bill, Mary V, Mary H Parks

After this they moved to downtown Texarkana, and lived in “The Big House” on 4th and Walnut. This is a picture of the house.

The Big House

The Big House, 4th and Walnut, Texarkana, Arkansas.

As you can see, there is a little house out to the side of the Big House, and this is where Daddy O and Poo lived. Most of the time, my mother stayed in the Big House, with Grandad and Nanny Parks.

During WWII, Daddy O enlisted much to the dismay of my grandmother. He joined the Army and went away for two years and you can read a little about that here, on P.S. Hang on to your pants cause here I come!  This is Daddy O during that time.

William John Parks

Bill Parks, 1944

After the war, my mother and grandmother went to the train station to pick him up, and they walked right past him and didn’t recognize him. He was very thin, his teeth had rotted out and he had been through pure “Hell”. He told my Dad some stories about his time in Japan, but I never heard them first hand. My Dad has a sword that Daddy O brought home, Daddy O said he got it off a dead Japanese solider.

Sword

Sword Daddy O brought home from Japan, WWII

That’s my mother holding the sword, it’s not a good picture, but you get the idea.

After the war, Daddy O and Poo settled into a good life. This photo is from 1955 and I love it. Poo, Daddy O, and Mom.

Mary, Bill and Mary Helen Parks

Mary, Bill and Mary Helen Parks, Christmas 1955

I love this picture, it was a vacation and there I was sitting right on his belly! Hugging him was like hugging a teddy bear!

Susie DaddyO John Dad Red Apple Inn June 10 1972

Susie DaddyO John Dad Red Apple Inn June 10 1972

Daddy O and Poo traveled quite a bit, they even went to Jamaica once. Daddy O drove a truck for East Motor Freight Co., in Texarkana, Arkansas and after he retired, they moved out to Millwood Lake in Ashdown, Arkansas and they lived there until he died. My brother and I visited many times.

This is Daddy O with my brother John.

DaddyO and John June1976

There was a Marina at Millwood Lake, and if you know me you know I am a picky eater, but Daddy O would give me a dime to eat everything on my plate, and then he would take me to the Marina, and I would get to get a bag full of candy for that dime. He always cooked me meatloaf because I would eat that. Oh, and BTW, he did all the cooking, he loved it. Anyway, this is him in the Marina.

Daddy O

Daddy O, Bill Parks.

Daddy O was very sick for a while before he died.  He was diabetic, and he had emphysema.  He was on oxygen and became very ill.  They were transporting him by ambulance in 1978 from Texarkana to Little Rock to the VA Hospital, when a big flood came up.  My grandmother and Aunt Dorothy were in the car behind them, but somehow they got separated.  The ambulance sat so long in water, it ran out of oxygen and had turned around and they took him back to Texarkana.

My Dad had to go and find Poo and Aunt Dorothy (Ball) Johnson and they were panicked. There were no cell phones at the time, and not knowing where they were was very scary. Their car had at times filled with water over their feet.  They were both a nervous wreck. Dad brought them home and by that time, Mom found Daddy O back in Texarkana.  After the weather settled down, they brought him up to the VA and I got to see him one more time before he died.  I remember being very scared about all the tubes they had in him.

I was only seven years old when he died, and I was devastated! This is me at seven years old, and do you notice the green plaid stool on the far right of the photo?

Susie

Susie, 1978.

The day Daddy O died, I remember laying on that stool and crying for what seemed like hours and hours. John stomped from the living room all the way up the stairs and stayed in his bedroom and wouldn’t come out. He was especially close to Daddy O and it was very hard for him, he was twelve years old.

I had the best grandparents a kid could ask for.

His passing was extremely hard on Poo, and she was never the same “Nonnie” I knew before he died. But, now they are together, no doubt, living it up and dancing down the streets of Gold.

Poo and DaddyO

Poo and DaddyO

Poo and Daddy O

Poo and Daddy O

This is how I descend from Daddy-O.

Daddy-O to Me

Wordless Wednesday – Bill Parks

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This is my maternal grandfather – Daddy-O as I called him, Bill Parks fishing on DeGray Lake, Arkansas 1973.

Daddy O - Bill Parks DeGray Lake1973

Daddy O – Bill Parks DeGray Lake1973

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