Dewey David Clayton Married Emma Loucile (Freeman)
On March 9, 1930 in Cherokee County, GA.
Exactly 40 years to the Month and Day
later than Dewey's Mother and Father Married.
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NOTE~ Taken from the records of Carmel Baptist Church in Woodstock Ga. Dewey Clayton was ordained a Deacon on April 11, 1931.
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~~~CHILDREN FROM THIS UNION ARE~~~
1) George (Jr.) David Clayton
2) Claude Clinton Clayton
3) Rebecca (Becky) Ann (Monday)
4) Linda Lou (Harris)
5) Brenda Gail (Duttenhoffer)
6) Terry Lee
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Dewey is the Son of
Kansas Adeline (McCollum)
and Jesse Marcellus Clayton
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The Photo to the right has my Dad wearing
an old wig that my brother had for sale
in his Flea Martket. Both Mom and Dad tried
on the wig, and I must say, Dad looked a heck
of a lot better in it than my Mom did:-)
If you don't beleive that, check out my mom's
picture on her site in the same wig.
My Dad was a lot of fun and enjoyed being kidded.
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~~~MY DAD~~~

Dad was a hard worker. Grew up on a farm
and worked in the Cotton Fields and after
Marriage to Emma, worked in the
Exposition Cotton Mill in Atlanta, GA
until the Mill closed down.
Then Dad and two of my Brothers,
George and Terry went to work for a man
from East Point building Tennis Courts
for Resorts on the Beaches of South Carolina.
Dad and Mom got to spend some great times
there at Company expense while Dad worked,
which was wonderful.
Dad had emphysema most all his life,
probably from the snuff he so loved
and the cotton dust in the Mill.
Dad worked in the Card Room. Very hard work,
lifting those heavy looms and the noise
was terrible.
I can remember taking his lunch to him
and hearing all the noise and seeing all
the cotton dust flying around everywhere.
Dad lost a lot of his hearing in later years,
I feel sure due to the noise from his Mill Work.

Dad was a loving father to six children,
three boys and three girls.
I remember him singing songs to me
when I was small while sitting in his lap
and him rocking me to sleep.
The songs he sang were kind
of weird songs, but I guess that is all
he knew for that era in his life? Dad had a pretty
good voice too.
Songs like:
1) Burglar Man (My favorite)(About a Burglar breaking
into a Old Maid's house).
2) Knoxville Girl (About a love gone wrong and the man
killed his girlfriend and threw her
body in the river)
See what I mean about weird for a child?
Guess if you
Stop and think about the words to
"Rock-a-bye baby" that song would be
weird to a child
as well. Good thing most children just
enjoy without
thinking too much about songs at the time:-)
3) Death of little Kathy (About a little girl
that fell in a well and died there)
He sang this song more to my Sisters as
I was about 11 at the time. But remember it
well.
4) Old Number 9 (About a Train and lost love.
The engineer of the Train gets killed).
5) The Girl with the long black hair (Someone
drew her picture on a Bar Room Floor?)
which song number five I always thought
he sang for my Mother!
Because her hair was long and Black
when they married.

Us children always looked forward to the coupons
Dad would bring home from the Mill at Christmas
which allowed us a Christmas "Sack" (as we called
large paper bags back in those days),
from the Company Store the Mill owned.
The bags were filled with all kinds of goodies.
We couldn't wait to take the coupons
to the Company Store and retrive our Goodie Bags!

We had Halloween Carnivals in the Mill Village
where anyone that wanted to participate
in festivities was welcome to do so.
They included Talent contests, Beauty contests
and etc. We had some pretty good Talent
that came from the village, both children
and teenagers.
We had lots of fun living in the
Mill Village as children. Back then there wasn't
a whole lot one had to worry about, you could pretty
much get out in public or at night and not worry about someone robbing, kidnapping and murdering you. You could leave your doors unlocked, and the key in your vehicle if you were fortunate enough to own one. Not so today!
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When my husband and I purchased a farm in the early 80's,
we moved Mom and Dad to our farm. A road ran through
the property we were living on when Dad died and they were just across the road from us.
Dad enjoyed the farm life with all his animals.
I guess I take after Dad concerning the love for animals.
He had Ducks, A Tom Turkey, Chickens,
lots of water fowl, that enjoyed the lake
and he loved his Cattle.
He enjoyed us buying the little calves
and him bottle feeding them till they
were able to survive on their own
and of course he hated seeing them
go to market but enjoyed
the benefits of his labor.

Dad loved raking leaves. While I never
understood that, as I just let them lay
until they disappear:-) I believe them to be good fertilize. I often think of Dad loving
to rake leaves as I walk in the woods
in the Fall of the year, thinking to myself,
if Dad were here, he would want
to rake each and every one of them.

Dad drove when he was young, but never obtained
a Driver's license. He never again cared
anything about driving as he aged.
After they moved on our property we pretty much
took care of Dad. Mom could drive and went
when and where she wanted to. I always took
Dad where he needed to go, to the Doctor,
Hospital for tests, Grocery Store, out to eat and etc.
Dad loved Sausage Biscuits from Hardee's,
He loved eating at Cracker Barrel. Breakfast was his favorite meal of the day. Although he loved Pizza and Whoppers from Burger King. And his all time favorite Chicken Livers! When he didn't want to go out to
eat and we did, I would bring him back
an order of Chicken Livers, Pizza or Burgers,
depending on where we ate.
Dad went on several trips with us, but Dad just did not like to travel, he preferred to stay at home with his animals. Dad basically did what Dad wanted to do
in later years and that was fine,
he didn't have the breath to do much anyways
with the emphysema increasing his loss of breath.
I think he was very happy up until the time
of his death, as he didn't have anything
to worry about other than his
dwindling health, which was enough
for anyone to cope with by itself.
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~~~A POEM FOR MY DAD~~~

I am home in Heaven, Dear Ones,
All is, so Happy and so Bright!
There is perfect Joy and Beauty
in this Everlasting Light.
All the pain and grief are over,
Every restless tossing passed:
I am now at peace forever,
Safely Home in Heaven at last.
Did you wonder how I so calmly,
Trod the valley of the shade?
Because Jesus' Love illumined,
every dark and fearful glade.
And He came Himself to meet Me,
in that way so hard to tread.
And with Jesus' arm to lean on,
I could have no doubt or dread.
Then you must not grieve so sorely,
For I love you dearly still:
Try to look beyond earth's shadows,
Pray to Trust our Father's Will.
There is work still waiting for you.
So You must not idly stand:
Do it now, while life remaineth -
You shall rest in Jesus' land
When that work is all completed.
He will gently call you home:
Oh, the rapture of that meeting,
Oh, the joy to see You come!
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~~~DEWEY HAS SEVEN (7) SISTERS~~~

1) Belle
2) Ada Lee
Ada Never Married
3) Letha Marie (Vaughan)
4) Loucille (Leonard)
5) Levia Z. (Self)
6) Laura Mae (Self)
7) Jewell C. (Priest)
~~~NOTE~~~
Levia and Laura Mae Married Brothers
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~~~DEWEY HAS EIGHT (8) BROTHERS~~~

1) James Franklin
2) William Sanford
3) Jesse
4) Luther
5) J.D.
6) Bannister Eugene
7) Murphy Marcellus
8) Clifford Wesley
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~~~DEWEY'S MATERNAL GRANDPARENTS~~~
Nancy Ann (Henson) and
Levi Ranson Clayton
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~~~DEWEY'S PATERNAL GRANDPARENTS~~~
Caroline Malissa (Smith)
and Samuel Homer McCollum
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~~~DEWEY'S MATERNAL GREAT GRANDPARENTS~~~
Hannah (Cantrell) and
John Washington McCollum
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~~~DEWEY'S PATERNAL GREAT GRANDPARENTS~~~
Eleres (Ebbies) and
Sampson Clayton
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~~~DEWEY'S MATERNAL GREAT GREAT GRANDFATHER~~~
Daniel McCollum
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~~~NOTE~~~
Cause of death-Emphysema and Heart Failure
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~~~WHAT MAKES A DAD~~~

God took the strength of a mountain,
The majesty of a tree.
The warmth of a summer sun,
The calm of a quiet sea.
The generous soul of nature,
The comforting arm of night.
The wisdom of the ages,
The power of the eagle's flight.
The joy of a morning in spring,
The faith of a mustard seed.
The patience of eternity,
The depth of a family need.
Then God combined these qualities,
When there was nothing more to add.
He knew His masterpiece was complete,
And so, He called it ... Dad ~~~
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~~~FOR MY FATHER~~~
Fathers are wonderful people
Too little understood,
And we do not sing their praises
As often as we should...
For, somehow, Father seems to be
The man who pays the bills,
While Mother binds up little hurts
And nurses all our ills...

And Father struggles daily
To live up to "his image"
As protector and provider
And "hero of the scrimmage"...

And perhaps that is the reason
We sometimes get the notion,
That Fathers are not subject
To the thing we call emotion,

But if you look inside Dad's heart,
Where no one else can see
You'll find he's sentimental
And as "soft" as he can be...

But he's so busy every day
In the gruelling race of life,
He leaves the sentimental stuff
To his partner and his wife...

But Fathers are just wonderful
In a million different ways,
And they merit loving compliments
And accolades of praise,

For the only reason Dad aspires
To fortune and success
Is to make the family proud of him
And to bring them happiness...

And like Our Heavenly Father,
He's a guardian and a guide,
Someone that we can count on
To be always on our side.
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~~~NOTE~~~
DAD'S FAVORITE COLOR HAS ALWAYS
BEEN BLUE, THAT IS MY FAVORITE
COLOR TOO!
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~~~NOTE~~~
This page created in
Loving Memory of my Father!
Who I will always love and miss!
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