PRECIOUS MEMORIES
When they met she was 14 and he was 29, But Eula thought Clyde was Ohhh, sooo fine.
He asked her to marry him and that she did, Together, they raised ten HONERY kids.
I’ve heard the stories of things they have done, Why, they’d beat us to death for having such fun.
There were lots of good times and there were some bad, What carried them through, was the love that they had.
There’s the little church where they would worship, In their spiritual walk they were very fervent.
They lived on a farm with cotton, cattle, & oil wells; They raised their family to be tough as nails.
There was a dobby where they let the kids live, Everything they had, they were willing to give.
I remember Christmas in the farmhouse, Santa knocked; we all got quiet as a mouse.
That was the biggest living room we ever saw, Altogether there was nigh 50 of us all.
But, when we were grown and went back to see, How did we all fit in there, How could it be?
It took 30 minutes to push our bikes up the big hill, But the 30-second ride down was Ohhh such a thrill.
The old school, Gay Hill, where we all took a turn, What can I say, what did we learn?
In the cow’s water tank out by the old barn, Is where we did our swimming out on the farm.
They gave everything they could give to others; Cause that’s what life was about, helping one another.
They taught us honor, hard work, love & respect, In life many others, their kindness did affect.
Granny would giggle until she was in pain, And for Christmas she always gave everyone a little something.
She loved to travel anywhere, If she could just get someone to take her, where? She didn’t care.
Granddad stood tall in nature and character stance, He always had a song and dance.
And oh, the colorful stories he could tell, for hours you would be under his spell.
On this tiny piece of paper, I could never write, All the precious memories that flood my thoughts tonight.
We all miss them since they have gone home, Looking back, I can say I never saw them do anything wrong.
They did what was right through the years; I can still hear Granddad singing “He Washed My Eyes With Tears.”
They left a Godly Heritage, an example, for their family,
Of all the cherished memories, that means the most to me!
By: Sherry Sutterfield 6-6-2007
In honor of Granddad & Granny Clanton (Two of the finest people I ever knew)
He asked her to marry him and that she did, Together, they raised ten HONERY kids.
I’ve heard the stories of things they have done, Why, they’d beat us to death for having such fun.
There were lots of good times and there were some bad, What carried them through, was the love that they had.
There’s the little church where they would worship, In their spiritual walk they were very fervent.
They lived on a farm with cotton, cattle, & oil wells; They raised their family to be tough as nails.
There was a dobby where they let the kids live, Everything they had, they were willing to give.
I remember Christmas in the farmhouse, Santa knocked; we all got quiet as a mouse.
That was the biggest living room we ever saw, Altogether there was nigh 50 of us all.
But, when we were grown and went back to see, How did we all fit in there, How could it be?
It took 30 minutes to push our bikes up the big hill, But the 30-second ride down was Ohhh such a thrill.
The old school, Gay Hill, where we all took a turn, What can I say, what did we learn?
In the cow’s water tank out by the old barn, Is where we did our swimming out on the farm.
They gave everything they could give to others; Cause that’s what life was about, helping one another.
They taught us honor, hard work, love & respect, In life many others, their kindness did affect.
Granny would giggle until she was in pain, And for Christmas she always gave everyone a little something.
She loved to travel anywhere, If she could just get someone to take her, where? She didn’t care.
Granddad stood tall in nature and character stance, He always had a song and dance.
And oh, the colorful stories he could tell, for hours you would be under his spell.
On this tiny piece of paper, I could never write, All the precious memories that flood my thoughts tonight.
We all miss them since they have gone home, Looking back, I can say I never saw them do anything wrong.
They did what was right through the years; I can still hear Granddad singing “He Washed My Eyes With Tears.”
They left a Godly Heritage, an example, for their family,
Of all the cherished memories, that means the most to me!
By: Sherry Sutterfield 6-6-2007
In honor of Granddad & Granny Clanton (Two of the finest people I ever knew)
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