How to condense into a short eulogy 97 1/2 years
of a life well lived? The short answer is that we
cannot and will not ever be able to do so, and
with that said lets do the best we can to pay him
the honor and respect he so richly deserves. Let
us firstly acknowledge what we know about our
beloved Father,son, brother, uncle, grandfather,
Friend... that is an important word right now
because there have been many times that he has
said that not only is that particular person his
family,his circle of dearly loved, but that he
also considers them his "friend".
This places such an important meaning to the word
friend that reaches far beyond what most people
have taken for granted. When Phil said the word
it rose up from his heart and encompassed a
lifetime of experiences with those individuals...
often times those memories were not even the big
things in life, they were more a compilation of
what most consider the "little things".
We have all been touched by the wit, humor,
intelligence and wisdom of this beautiful man,
each one of us today is holding deep in our
hearts and minds the little stories and the life
lessons he has shared with us and taken the time
So today lets take just a brief minute to embrace
our own personal memories of how he has touched
our lives and created experiences that will last
all of us a lifetime.
(Pause for 10 seconds)
Whether it was fishing, hunting, working,
worshiping, or those precious moments spent at
his kitchen table drinking coffee, one thing is
certain, we can all be assured that "we" have
touched his life as much as he has ours.
We have helped to make his journey one that was
complete, loved, respected and honored.
Friends and relatives are the people who we meet
that enrich our lives and create our life story,
we can all take pride in knowing that we have
helped to write the various chapters that have
made this one mans life a best seller.
Thank you to every single person here today and
those that were unable to make the journey to
gather with us physically, and are sending their
support, thought, love and prayers.
(Very Brief life history)
Phil started life in Kiowa Kansas then moved as a
small child to Halfway and grew up working the
family farms. At age 5 he was injured by a harrow
after he decided to "help Dad" by hooking up the
team and working the pasture unattended." For the
family they prayed he could survive and heal from
the accident but for little Phil he prayed for
God to heal him so he could get back to work!
As a young man he went into the CCC building
roads and learning many of the skills he would
use for the rest of his life, driving trucks and
Phil was a 'Teamster' in the early days actually
driving teams of mules, delivering cargo by the
wagon load. He continued on as a lifelong
teamster and proud union member.
He always enjoyed recounting endless stories of
his adventures working building roads and working
on the railroad in Arizona in the early 1940's,
where he met his first wife Mildred Shaw and soon
after giving birth to his Daughter Sharron Gayle,
then later living and working in California,
raising a family.
Traveling back home to Missouri along the old
route 66 brought some of the best memories of
all. He never stayed away too long and remembered
to always care for all of his family no matter
where he was. He continued his life of hard work,
working the farm and driving heavy equipment
until age 93 when his body just would no longer
let him climb up into his equipment. Phils great
loves were his wife Dotty, his family his friends
and his work.
In closing lets read a few personal stories by
family and friends about those "little" moments
that have enriched not only Phil's life
experience but our own.
Personal remembrances and stories....
Grandpa has told a story about him going out with
his friends one night and coming in late, when he
walked into his Moms kitchen he found a table
full of Pumpkin pies for the Thanksgiving dinner
the next day. Well he sat down to just take a
"little" bite and before he knew it he had eaten
Climbing into bed he just knew he was in deep
trouble but to his surprise about 5 oclock the
next morning he awoke to the sound he cherished
for the rest of his life as he laid there
listening to his sisters and mom laughing harder
than he had ever heard them before.
He rolled out of the bed and stepped into the
kitchen and saw his Mom and sisters busy making
more pies between tear stained eyes of laughter.
His Granddaughter Julie recalls how he taught her
to ride Cindy for the first time, he asked her if
she wanted to learn and led her down to the barn
where he said "Now I am only going to show you
this one time and one time only." He then
proceeded to groom and saddle Cindy and when he
placed emphasis on girting her to tighten the
saddle it made Julie feel bad for Cindy... He
asked her if she had payed attention and was
ready to ride and when she "yes", he then
unsaddled Cindy, and walked out of the barn!
Julie fearing that big giant, decided to girt her
gently so as to make friends with the mare...
well as you can imagine about 30 minutes later
all of Polk county could hear her screams of
terror shouting loudly "Grandpa!!! Help!!! as she
rode back to the barn gripping Cindy with her
thighs to stay on her from under her belly.
He taught her drive the old push button start
Chevy wooden flatbed truck the same way and that
time Julie actually paid attention!!!
Many stories were exchanged over hot breakfast
coffee at Grandpa's table. perhaps one of the
most memorable and one of the funniest stories
from him was when he worked at the CCC camp. The
cook was tired of everyone complaining about
something in one way or another every morning at
breakfast. If it wasn't one thing, it was
another, whether it be "my eggs are underdone"
or "this toast has black on it" the cook got
complaints every morning and one day he got fed
up with it and told th people there "The next
person who complains is gonna be cook from here
on out." so no one complained for a whole week.
The cook decided he needed a break and that if
they wouldn't complain on their own, he'd make
them complain. The cook took a whole handful of
salt and poured it in one of the guy's biscuits
and gravy so that he'd have to complain.The guy
takes a bite out of his and yells " Dang! those
biscuits and gravy are salty!" about to spit them
out, he sees the cook looking at him. He swallows
the bite and sits back down and says "just the
way I like 'em." and proceeds to finish his bowl.
One more story that his daughter Sharron held
dear to her heart was how when she was a little
girl her Daddy would always cut the heart of the
watermelon out and give that to her, it was not
that he didn't love that heart just as much, but
one of the things he has always taught us all is
that when you give, you always give the best of
what you have.
They like to say, "Well, he's in a better place
now" but anyone who truly knew him would say that
for Phil he found, family, friends and
a good days work here on on earth just a little
slice of heaven...
The world we live in is now just a little dimmer
and heaven is lot brighter.
edit on 30-12-2012 by antar because: (no reason given)