Freddie was the oldest son of John Webb Fuller Sr. and Laura Belle Jewell. He died at the age of 6 years old from Spanish Influenza. Buried next to his parents in Shiloh.
Uncle Freddie was a very active little boy who enjoyed riding his horse and playing with his stilts. A story that was passed down from my great grandpa to my grandpa was that Freddie was palying with his stilts while talking with his dad. They were walking towards the house when great grandpa, John noticed that Freddie wasn't moving as fast as he normally would. When grandpa John turned around and went back to Freddie and asked him what was wrong, Freddie said he did not feel good. He collaped in Grandpa John's arms. He was rushed to the house and by the time the doctor arrived a couple hours later, Freddie had a really high fever. The doctor said that there wasn't anything they could do. They would have to let the fever go down on its own. Sadly Uncle Freddie succumed to the fever. Fourty years later, when Grandpa John died Uncle Freddie's stilts were still laying against the tree where Freddie left them. Grandpa John did not have the heart to get rid of them. We went to the Fuller farm where my great grandparents had lived and different people live there now. The stilts and the tree have long been gone but Freddie's story still touches our family everytime we hear it.
Uncle Freddie was a very active little boy who enjoyed riding his horse and playing with his stilts. A story that was passed down from my great grandpa to my grandpa was that Freddie was palying with his stilts while talking with his dad. They were walking towards the house when great grandpa, John noticed that Freddie wasn't moving as fast as he normally would. When grandpa John turned around and went back to Freddie and asked him what was wrong, Freddie said he did not feel good. He collaped in Grandpa John's arms. He was rushed to the house and by the time the doctor arrived a couple hours later, Freddie had a really high fever. The doctor said that there wasn't anything they could do. They would have to let the fever go down on its own. Sadly Uncle Freddie succumed to the fever. Fourty years later, when Grandpa John died Uncle Freddie's stilts were still laying against the tree where Freddie left them. Grandpa John did not have the heart to get rid of them. We went to the Fuller farm where my great grandparents had lived and different people live there now. The stilts and the tree have long been gone but Freddie's story still touches our family everytime we hear it.
Freddie was the oldest son of John Webb Fuller Sr. and Laura Belle Jewell. He died at the age of 6 years old from Spanish Influenza. Buried next to his parents in Shiloh.
Uncle Freddie was a very active little boy who enjoyed riding his horse and playing with his stilts. A story that was passed down from my great grandpa to my grandpa was that Freddie was palying with his stilts while talking with his dad. They were walking towards the house when great grandpa, John noticed that Freddie wasn't moving as fast as he normally would. When grandpa John turned around and went back to Freddie and asked him what was wrong, Freddie said he did not feel good. He collaped in Grandpa John's arms. He was rushed to the house and by the time the doctor arrived a couple hours later, Freddie had a really high fever. The doctor said that there wasn't anything they could do. They would have to let the fever go down on its own. Sadly Uncle Freddie succumed to the fever. Fourty years later, when Grandpa John died Uncle Freddie's stilts were still laying against the tree where Freddie left them. Grandpa John did not have the heart to get rid of them. We went to the Fuller farm where my great grandparents had lived and different people live there now. The stilts and the tree have long been gone but Freddie's story still touches our family everytime we hear it.
Uncle Freddie was a very active little boy who enjoyed riding his horse and playing with his stilts. A story that was passed down from my great grandpa to my grandpa was that Freddie was palying with his stilts while talking with his dad. They were walking towards the house when great grandpa, John noticed that Freddie wasn't moving as fast as he normally would. When grandpa John turned around and went back to Freddie and asked him what was wrong, Freddie said he did not feel good. He collaped in Grandpa John's arms. He was rushed to the house and by the time the doctor arrived a couple hours later, Freddie had a really high fever. The doctor said that there wasn't anything they could do. They would have to let the fever go down on its own. Sadly Uncle Freddie succumed to the fever. Fourty years later, when Grandpa John died Uncle Freddie's stilts were still laying against the tree where Freddie left them. Grandpa John did not have the heart to get rid of them. We went to the Fuller farm where my great grandparents had lived and different people live there now. The stilts and the tree have long been gone but Freddie's story still touches our family everytime we hear it.
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