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A daughter’s memories
of her daddy
How will you be remembered by your
children? Your grandchildren? Other family members?
Most of us can only guess at what
memories our family members will have of us. But if we seriously ponder the
reality that we will be remembered, it could affect the way we live out the
rest of our days.
With that in mind, I decided to collect
memories of my parents. Six years ago I secured and printed a book of memories
of my mother, Caroline Johnson Albritton. This summer I have collected about 20
memories of my father. The book, Memories
of Papa, will be available at our Albritton Family Reunion in August.
My sister Neva, 82, was married to B. Gene
Williams, a fine United Methodist pastor who
was my friend before his marriage to Neva. Neva’s unwavering faith through the
tragic deaths of her two sons, and later the loss of Gene to cancer, has
inspired me and our family.
During Gene’s final illness, he and Neva made
frequent trips to the Cancer Center for treatments. Since his death, 18 years
ago, Neva has served as a volunteer hostess at the Cancer Center. She has moved
through her own grief by relentlessly, and graciously, serving others who were
struggling with cancer. That is a remarkable way to cope with sorrow.
I believe you will enjoy reading her memories
of our daddy:
To some people the word Daddy means kind, protective, caring and wise!
My Daddy was all of these and so much more.
Daddy was always “Larger than Life” to me. He was a tall, handsome man and a stern
disciplinarian! Even so, I loved him,
admired him, and always respected him.
He was a man of his word, trustworthy, hardworking, and above all, a
Christian man! He and Mama always took
us to Sunday School and Church. He
always wanted the best for his children! Daddy was a wonderful husband, father,
grandfather, farmer, cattleman, gardener and Church and community leader.
These are some of my memories of Daddy:
Eating in “the breakfast room” around a large table that Daddy had
built. Often most of the food on the
table was grown by Daddy. We always had
a blessing before each meal and Daddy always prayed: “Bless, heavenly Father,
this food to our use, ourselves to Thy service. For Christ’s sake, Amen.”
When I was 11 years old, I was burned in a kitchen accident and was in
the hospital for 30 days. I remember
Daddy sitting by my bed and holding my hand.
I don’t remember anything he said, just that he was there to comfort me
and help ease my pain.
When I went to Auburn University and received a Secretarial Training
education. Some of the best years;
living in a dorm, making life- long friends, just experiencing Auburn! I am forever grateful for Daddy and Mama
making this possible for me!
When I married Gene Williams in 1965, my Daddy was there and walked me
down the aisle of the Oglethorpe United Methodist Church in Atlanta. I remember being so emotional as we stood
inside the door ready to go down the aisle.
Again, I don’t remember the words, but somehow Daddy calmed me down
before we walked into the sanctuary.
I remember Daddy always being there for me to discuss any problem or
questions I had from the local elections to advice on financial matters.
Although Daddy had no formal education, he was a man of great wisdom and
I always knew that Daddy loved me and wanted the best for me! Daddy and
Mama loved each other and provided a loving, Christian home for their children!
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