Thank you for coming by. I do hope that you will take a few moments to visit and read about a very special person and share one of his poems. He was my best friend, my husband, the father of my children, and Papaw to our grandchildren. He was the deeply loved patriarch to his extended family, my younger brothers, sisters and their families. He was deeply loved and is surely greatly missed not only by myself but by all who knew him.........

His Life

He was born in 1934 at Possum Trot, Ballard Community, Shelby County, Texas to Arllie Harrison and Kathryn Elizabeth Elliott. He was the oldest of four brothers and one sister. As in many communities at the time he had family all over Shelby county. They all grew up as one large family. If you were a family of means you could make a trip in a fine automobile or you traveled by mule and wagon. Walking all over the country side was the common means of getting from one place to the next when you were a kid. Cousins were just like brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles were almost like a second Mom and Dad. Toys were not something you bought on the weekend just because a kid wanted them. They were sometimes lucky to get a gift on birthdays or Christmas. So for fun, games were played, slingshots made and time spent inside tires rolling down the hills. Swimming holes and fishing holes, hunting homey and hunting game were the things that passed the long hot summer days. Oh, the fun he had. Of course there were chores to be done if your wanted to eat. Fences mended, crops tended, cows had to be milked and chickens and pigs had to be fed. Those were the good old days. As things got worse during the depression the family moved to Houston, Texas. His Dad took a job as a commercial sign painter and artist. His Mom took a job at the old Henke & Pealot, at the soda fountain serving up coffee, sodas and short orders. Times were really hard. At the age of eighteen he joined the Air Force. He served his first tour of duty in Anchorage, Alaska then in Alabama. He hungered for knowledge. He attended college and went to different trade schools to make sure he would always be able to provide for a wife and family. He was a Class AAA Machinist and Millwright. He was a certified Braillest for the Blind by the Library of Congress. He spent a time in the oil fields of west Texas as a roughneck as well as working as an office machine technician. At the age of thirty two he gave up being a bachelor and  married a nineteen year old girl from the Texas panhandle. Together we had five and raised four beautiful children. Three daughters and two sons (of which only one lived). His last few years he spent as a professional truck driver. "He" would want to say that doesn't mean being a truck jockey. He never was one to spend time jockeying from one truck stop to the next. He believed that you had to work for what you earned and he always gave more than as asked of him. He had more than three million safe miles with no accidents and received more several awards in recognition of this accomplishment. He was forced to retire in 1995 after he suffered a catastrophic stroke. It took him several months but he fought his way back to a life more like the one he had lost albeit a little slower. He was a Christian, a truly caring person, a loving husband and father. He made his mark in the world, he stood proud and tall. He will always be missed, by me, by our children, by their children, by his family and by his many friends.