winter weather suppose to bring snow tonight, I think it will be a little less than they are calling for but we will see.
Helen commented that when I was gone the stories about grandpa Powell would be over so I wanted to tell all his descents that would care to listen some things.
Grandpa was a school teacher and farmer, he taught school during the depression with a promise for pay when the depression was past. he never received a nickle on that promise.
Melton Powell lived most of his adult life in the sunny Lane community. When word was heard by grandpa's neighbors, Ozark farmers, that hot evening in July, 1954 those life long neighbors gathered in the my grandfathers yard and within a hour the yard was full of cars and overall clad work worn men standing and waiting , the bed room window was open and one by one they came to peer in at the still form on the bed. Not one had a word to say but they were there in case there was something that they could do. Grandpa was full of morphine by that time and I don't think he ever knew the neighbors were standing by for his passing but I will never forget the way they showed their respect for grandpa.
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Thank you for the memory, Patsy.
When you pass, your neighbors will gather here at the computer and we will mourn the same.
But girl, your time is not come...you have stories yet to tell and new things to learn about. Don't give up.
I so remember sharing that time with you - you really held me together. You were my strength and even then would take the time to explain things to me.
I am expecting you to continue holding me together for a long time. I love you!
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