I have related Dad’s work and his accomplishments in the business world to each of you. I would like to tell you about the MAN.
Dad was a man that loved the Lord and showed it. As mentioned, before he was a member of the First Methodist Church of Anahuac and taught the men’s Sunday School class for years. He was very faithful to the Church with his attendance, his service and his tithes and offerings. He made sure that each of us, me, my sister and my brother, were there and a part of the church. I remember when I was around 12 or 13, I had attended Sunday School and before church service began, I went to Dad and said that I really needed to go home. His answer to me was “son if everyone that attended Sunday School went home after Sunday School would there be anyone at the regular service?’ I answered no sir. His answer was “go find a seat and I will see you after the service” and I did and that was the last time I asked the question. Yes, he loved the Lord and he loved all of us. He was not the social person in the family there was another one. I will relate to you who the real “rock” of the family was.
Her name was Myrtis and mother to us. This East Texas girl, who was attending business school in Longview when Dad brought her to Anahuac, was the one that held us all together. During Dad’s work at the different abstract companies Mother was the one that took care of us. During our years of growing up she
made sure that we had food on the table and clothes on our backs. Every Saturday she would have the shoes we were to wear to church on the kitchen counter and she would polish them. She was active in the church and made sure we were always there.
After the three of us were attending school and she had dropped us off she would go to the Court House and be there to type from the records the instruments that were needed to place in the abstracts. Mother did not receive a salary for doing this, but Dad always said she was his most expensive employee. She took care of all of the expenses of the home. Dad related the story that when he and Mother were first married, they only had one bank account. Dad would write a check and Mother would write checks. This was the first check book Mother had ever seen. If she wrote a check for $2.78 it was a lot easier for her to enter $3.00 in the register. Dad did not know what he had in the bank. He finally gave Mother her own checking account and it was that way until they both went to be with the Lord. Mother became very good and keeping up with “her money”.
Mother was always at our school functions, and she was the greatest for making us feel special on our birthdays. She loved being with people and was a great hostess. Dad just came along.
Mother and Dad both died at age 67. Mother died of cancer and Dad of a broken heart. During mother’s ordeal with the cancer and all of the chemo she was a constant lady.