My Dad

[bindian]

I know my Dad is with Mom in heaven now. I kinda look forward to the services tomorrow. You see, Dad was a died-in-the-wool Aggie. He was in the class of 1944. Back then A&M was just a military college. He enlisted after Pearl Harbor and went on to become a B-17, then a B-24 pilot. He had all his shots to be shipped out to the South Pacific, but had knee surgery just before his squadon shipped out. He never left the states. He never went back to finish his degree in Vet. Medicine. His beliefs and aviation background is what I have built my life on. For all those that don't know what an Aggie is, it is a person that either attended Texas A&M or fell in love with someone that did. The spirit of Aggieland will never die. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aggie_War_HymnAnyway...The Aggie War Hymn http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fXgCC2m0Ryg will be played at Dad's funeral service in his church. The Noble Men of Kyle (Kyle Field is the center of all Aggie traditions) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i1bcjvOKiyA will be played as the graveside service is concluded. I came within an inch of going to A&M for Aerospace Engineering, as they have their own wind tunnel. My daughter graduated from The University of Texas in Austin........A&Ms longtime rival. I always loved seeing Dad and Rebecca exchange friendly hand signs for each of their alma matas. My truck has a sticker on the back glass stating........A House divided.............A&M.........UT.......but we all know it is all tradition and traditions are borne out of respect. Respect is what I have and feel for all of y'all.
Gig'em Aggies
hugs, Brandi

 

[bindian]

I know my Dad is with Mom in heaven now. I kinda look forward to the services tomorrow. You see, Dad was a died-in-the-wool Aggie. He was in the class of 1944. Back then A&M was just a military college. He enlisted after Pearl Harbor and went on to become a B-17, then a B-24 pilot. He had all his shots to be shipped out to the South Pacific, but had knee surgery just before his squadon shipped out. He never left the states. He never went back to finish his degree in Vet. Medicine. His beliefs and aviation background is what I have built my life on. For all those that don't know what an Aggie is, it is a person that either attended Texas A&M or fell in love with someone that did. The spirit of Aggieland will never die. Aggie War Hymn - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Anyway...The Aggie War Hymn YouTube - Aggie War Hymn will be played at Dad's funeral service in his church. The Noble Men of Kyle (Kyle Field is the center of all Aggie traditions) YouTube - Noble Men of Kyle will be played as the graveside service is concluded. I came within an inch of going to A&M for Aerospace Engineering, as they have their own wind tunnel. My daughter graduated from The University of Texas in Austin........A&Ms longtime rival. I always loved seeing Dad and Rebecca exchange friendly hand signs for each of their alma matas. My truck has a sticker on the back glass stating........A House divided.............A&M.........UT.......but we all know it is all tradition and traditions are borne out of respect. Respect is what I have and feel for all of y'all.
Gig'em Aggies
hugs, Brandi

 

[kthompson]

Brandi, my fil was a great Christian, a great friend and a man I loved and admired. He passed away Nov 14th 2000. At his funeral I ended up laughing as one of the preachers was telling what kind of man he was. He wanted his rows straight, why, because they were suppose to be. Only a few months before we were ready to set out collards plants. Tractor and crew ready to go and he looked at the rows there and they were as crooked as could be due to how wet it was when they had to be bedded and the field was sloped. Well we unhooked from setter, disk down rows and re-bedded them to be "STRAIGHT" because they were suppose to be. With crew standing waiting. Every time I look at rows, even yesterday, I look to see if they are straight and think of him and those rows. God Bless you.

 

[arrow]

My parents died quite a few years ago and I am approaching the ages of their passing. Being the independent type, I did not recognize the impact their deaths would have on me. Afterall , I was the independent type. I recall that it was like being on a ladder. You scurry up the ladder of life unawares of the move from rung to rung. Your parents, as all do, eventually die and you are kind of left hanging. The rungs you were stepping on moving through life was the life force of your parents and as they passed, your rungs broke from beneath you and now you are just hanging for a while until you can pull yourself up and get a foot hold on their memories to move on; just the way they would have wanted for their children. I am sorry for your loss.

 

[Ryan03]

Brandi, Our thoughts and prayers are with you.

Sincerely, Ryan and Leanne Exum.

 

[MUDONTHETIRES]

Brandi,

I'm sorry about the loss of your father. My prayers are with you.

Sincerely,

 

[bindian]

Brandi, my fil was a great Christian, a great friend and a man I loved and admired. He passed away Nov 14th 2000. At his funeral I ended up laughing as one of the preachers was telling what kind of man he was. He wanted his rows straight, why, because they were suppose to be. Only a few months before we were ready to set out collards plants. Tractor and crew ready to go and he looked at the rows there and they were as crooked as could be due to how wet it was when they had to be bedded and the field was sloped. Well we unhooked from setter, disk down rows and re-bedded them to be "STRAIGHT" because they were suppose to be. With crew standing waiting. Every time I look at rows, even yesterday, I look to see if they are straight and think of him and those rows. God Bless you.

Kthompson,
I have always loved watching a turning plow get shiny. When I was little, Dad had his FIL's back acre in corn. We harvested it and had it ground up and sacked for feed. Dad got his farming ways being raised in the Texas Panhandle. He plowed a lot as a teenager for 50 cents a day. Sometimes in the coolness of the evenings. He once fell asleep and missed a turn at a fence. Yep, he had some fence to replace. He would take two glass bottles of water. One had burlap on it. He would pour water on the burlap and let the winds (they always have wind in the Panhandle) cool his drinking water. 50 cents a day. Wow! After I got married and moved out, Dad bought a David Bradley tractor and had a huge garden. It came with a disk and turning plow that hung on a swinging draw bar. Depth control was the person running it. I kept begging him to let me run it. He finally did and I couldn't keep the rows straight if that two wheeled beast hit a bump or root. Never mind trying to back up when it snagged a root. It had no reverse. Thank you so much for sharing.
hugs, Brandi

 

[bindian]

My parents died quite a few years ago and I am approaching the ages of their passing. Being the independent type, I did not recognize the impact their deaths would have on me. Afterall , I was the independent type. I recall that it was like being on a ladder. You scurry up the ladder of life unawares of the move from rung to rung. Your parents, as all do, eventually die and you are kind of left hanging. The rungs you were stepping on moving through life was the life force of your parents and as they passed, your rungs broke from beneath you and now you are just hanging for a while until you can pull yourself up and get a foot hold on their memories to move on; just the way they would have wanted for their children. I am sorry for your loss.

Arrow,
That is so awesome. It truly is. Parents passing is another reason to live the life God wants us to live so we can be reunited some day.
Thanks for sharing.
hugs, Brandi
hug, Bradi

 

[bindian]

Brandi, Our thoughts and prayers are with you.

Sincerely, Ryan and Leanne Exum.

Ryan,
Thank you so much. Are y'all kin to an Al Exum or Jim Exum down here in Texas?
hugs, Brandi

 

[bindian]

Brandi,

I'm sorry about the loss of your father. My prayers are with you.

Sincerely,

Mud,
Thank you so much. How is that 4530 running? How many hours on it now?
hugs, Brandi