Grandfather, Silas Winfield, S. W., Dixon nicknamed his children. Dad's nickname was Yash Boy. My late uncle could not remember why.I thought he might have been a bit sassy in answering yes but my uncle said that was not it. One of those brickwalls I wish I knew.
Ashes scattered on South Padre Bay at favorite fishing spot. Father of 2 daughters Nancy Murray and Judith Ann Dixon (born and died 1942). Married to and divorced from Bonnie Marie Housmon Dixon. Sold encyclopedias during the Depression. Worked on oil rigs and owned the Joe Dixon Drilling Company in Midland, Texas. He worked for Tex Harvey Oil Company in Illinois in 1942.He "retired" to South Padre Island where he worked his "b....tt" off in his late 60s and 70s to earn a living on fishing boats to get enough money to take the exam for captain and get his charter boat license. He took people fishing in his boat, "The Old Salt", at his "favorite" spot for years. He would get up about 4-5 every morning and go get the boat ready. He would sit in that boat under a blazing south Texas sun all day and get up and do it again the next day. He had to make a living.When he wasn't fishing he loved his biscuits and gravy from Kentucky Fried Chicken and his vodka neat. He died on his living room couch looking out his front door at the channel between South Padre and Port Isabel.Now his street on South Padre Island is all developed and one can only look out of the door that would have been his and see the driveways and houses across the street. Even the end of the street is developed and has a gated drive that prevents anyone seeing the Bay.
Mother told the story of his having to find dry wood and build a fire in the snow to heat my bottle of milk when I was an infant in arms. I can just picture the scene. One baby screaming her head off. One nervous mother telling Joe to hurry and him going all over the place in that snow. Apparently he managed to do it. 60 years later I was still hearing about it. Another story: I was crazy about horses. When I was 10 I found a saddle under the Christmas tree. He got me a black and white paint named Tony. He wanted to bring the horse into the house and tie the reins to the Christmas tree. Mother was (to put it mildly) not excited about the prospect of a horse dragging the Christmas tree over and leaving little "presents" on the floor. Fortunately for her he did not want to get into the trailer that morning.At one point we had our own private plane and pilot.When I wanted flying lessons he paid for them. Occasionally on Friday nights we would fly to an out of town high school (Midland High Bulldogs GO BULLDOGS!)football game. Every Thursday night he took us to Family Night at the Country Club. There was a buffet (really good food) and movies for the kids.
When he was growing up his father worked for the company that later became Arm and Hammer. He had the first horse and buggy on the street. Everyone had to come and sit in the buggy. He was the first to have a wind up model T car. Everyone had to come sit in the car and wind it up. My Dad came home late that day, saw the car, decided to do what everyone else had done. Unfortunately he put it in reverse and backed over his brand new bike. Granddad made him work for a year to get the money to replace it.
He was not the kind of man who really knew what to do with children but he always provided for me and I knew he loved me.
Losing a parent is difficult. The tokens left here help each and every day. Thank You to one and all.
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A SPECIAL THANKS TO JANE EUBANKS FOR HONORING MY PARENTS BY SPONSORING THEM.
Ashes scattered on South Padre Bay at favorite fishing spot. Father of 2 daughters Nancy Murray and Judith Ann Dixon (born and died 1942). Married to and divorced from Bonnie Marie Housmon Dixon. Sold encyclopedias during the Depression. Worked on oil rigs and owned the Joe Dixon Drilling Company in Midland, Texas. He worked for Tex Harvey Oil Company in Illinois in 1942.He "retired" to South Padre Island where he worked his "b....tt" off in his late 60s and 70s to earn a living on fishing boats to get enough money to take the exam for captain and get his charter boat license. He took people fishing in his boat, "The Old Salt", at his "favorite" spot for years. He would get up about 4-5 every morning and go get the boat ready. He would sit in that boat under a blazing south Texas sun all day and get up and do it again the next day. He had to make a living.When he wasn't fishing he loved his biscuits and gravy from Kentucky Fried Chicken and his vodka neat. He died on his living room couch looking out his front door at the channel between South Padre and Port Isabel.Now his street on South Padre Island is all developed and one can only look out of the door that would have been his and see the driveways and houses across the street. Even the end of the street is developed and has a gated drive that prevents anyone seeing the Bay.
Mother told the story of his having to find dry wood and build a fire in the snow to heat my bottle of milk when I was an infant in arms. I can just picture the scene. One baby screaming her head off. One nervous mother telling Joe to hurry and him going all over the place in that snow. Apparently he managed to do it. 60 years later I was still hearing about it. Another story: I was crazy about horses. When I was 10 I found a saddle under the Christmas tree. He got me a black and white paint named Tony. He wanted to bring the horse into the house and tie the reins to the Christmas tree. Mother was (to put it mildly) not excited about the prospect of a horse dragging the Christmas tree over and leaving little "presents" on the floor. Fortunately for her he did not want to get into the trailer that morning.At one point we had our own private plane and pilot.When I wanted flying lessons he paid for them. Occasionally on Friday nights we would fly to an out of town high school (Midland High Bulldogs GO BULLDOGS!)football game. Every Thursday night he took us to Family Night at the Country Club. There was a buffet (really good food) and movies for the kids.
When he was growing up his father worked for the company that later became Arm and Hammer. He had the first horse and buggy on the street. Everyone had to come and sit in the buggy. He was the first to have a wind up model T car. Everyone had to come sit in the car and wind it up. My Dad came home late that day, saw the car, decided to do what everyone else had done. Unfortunately he put it in reverse and backed over his brand new bike. Granddad made him work for a year to get the money to replace it.
He was not the kind of man who really knew what to do with children but he always provided for me and I knew he loved me.
Losing a parent is difficult. The tokens left here help each and every day. Thank You to one and all.
PLEASE DO NOT USE ANY FAMILY PHOTOS WITHOUT PERMISSION. THANK YOU.
A SPECIAL THANKS TO JANE EUBANKS FOR HONORING MY PARENTS BY SPONSORING THEM.
Grandfather, Silas Winfield, S. W., Dixon nicknamed his children. Dad's nickname was Yash Boy. My late uncle could not remember why.I thought he might have been a bit sassy in answering yes but my uncle said that was not it. One of those brickwalls I wish I knew.
Ashes scattered on South Padre Bay at favorite fishing spot. Father of 2 daughters Nancy Murray and Judith Ann Dixon (born and died 1942). Married to and divorced from Bonnie Marie Housmon Dixon. Sold encyclopedias during the Depression. Worked on oil rigs and owned the Joe Dixon Drilling Company in Midland, Texas. He worked for Tex Harvey Oil Company in Illinois in 1942.He "retired" to South Padre Island where he worked his "b....tt" off in his late 60s and 70s to earn a living on fishing boats to get enough money to take the exam for captain and get his charter boat license. He took people fishing in his boat, "The Old Salt", at his "favorite" spot for years. He would get up about 4-5 every morning and go get the boat ready. He would sit in that boat under a blazing south Texas sun all day and get up and do it again the next day. He had to make a living.When he wasn't fishing he loved his biscuits and gravy from Kentucky Fried Chicken and his vodka neat. He died on his living room couch looking out his front door at the channel between South Padre and Port Isabel.Now his street on South Padre Island is all developed and one can only look out of the door that would have been his and see the driveways and houses across the street. Even the end of the street is developed and has a gated drive that prevents anyone seeing the Bay.
Mother told the story of his having to find dry wood and build a fire in the snow to heat my bottle of milk when I was an infant in arms. I can just picture the scene. One baby screaming her head off. One nervous mother telling Joe to hurry and him going all over the place in that snow. Apparently he managed to do it. 60 years later I was still hearing about it. Another story: I was crazy about horses. When I was 10 I found a saddle under the Christmas tree. He got me a black and white paint named Tony. He wanted to bring the horse into the house and tie the reins to the Christmas tree. Mother was (to put it mildly) not excited about the prospect of a horse dragging the Christmas tree over and leaving little "presents" on the floor. Fortunately for her he did not want to get into the trailer that morning.At one point we had our own private plane and pilot.When I wanted flying lessons he paid for them. Occasionally on Friday nights we would fly to an out of town high school (Midland High Bulldogs GO BULLDOGS!)football game. Every Thursday night he took us to Family Night at the Country Club. There was a buffet (really good food) and movies for the kids.
When he was growing up his father worked for the company that later became Arm and Hammer. He had the first horse and buggy on the street. Everyone had to come and sit in the buggy. He was the first to have a wind up model T car. Everyone had to come sit in the car and wind it up. My Dad came home late that day, saw the car, decided to do what everyone else had done. Unfortunately he put it in reverse and backed over his brand new bike. Granddad made him work for a year to get the money to replace it.
He was not the kind of man who really knew what to do with children but he always provided for me and I knew he loved me.
Losing a parent is difficult. The tokens left here help each and every day. Thank You to one and all.
PLEASE DO NOT USE ANY FAMILY PHOTOS WITHOUT PERMISSION. THANK YOU.
A SPECIAL THANKS TO JANE EUBANKS FOR HONORING MY PARENTS BY SPONSORING THEM.
Ashes scattered on South Padre Bay at favorite fishing spot. Father of 2 daughters Nancy Murray and Judith Ann Dixon (born and died 1942). Married to and divorced from Bonnie Marie Housmon Dixon. Sold encyclopedias during the Depression. Worked on oil rigs and owned the Joe Dixon Drilling Company in Midland, Texas. He worked for Tex Harvey Oil Company in Illinois in 1942.He "retired" to South Padre Island where he worked his "b....tt" off in his late 60s and 70s to earn a living on fishing boats to get enough money to take the exam for captain and get his charter boat license. He took people fishing in his boat, "The Old Salt", at his "favorite" spot for years. He would get up about 4-5 every morning and go get the boat ready. He would sit in that boat under a blazing south Texas sun all day and get up and do it again the next day. He had to make a living.When he wasn't fishing he loved his biscuits and gravy from Kentucky Fried Chicken and his vodka neat. He died on his living room couch looking out his front door at the channel between South Padre and Port Isabel.Now his street on South Padre Island is all developed and one can only look out of the door that would have been his and see the driveways and houses across the street. Even the end of the street is developed and has a gated drive that prevents anyone seeing the Bay.
Mother told the story of his having to find dry wood and build a fire in the snow to heat my bottle of milk when I was an infant in arms. I can just picture the scene. One baby screaming her head off. One nervous mother telling Joe to hurry and him going all over the place in that snow. Apparently he managed to do it. 60 years later I was still hearing about it. Another story: I was crazy about horses. When I was 10 I found a saddle under the Christmas tree. He got me a black and white paint named Tony. He wanted to bring the horse into the house and tie the reins to the Christmas tree. Mother was (to put it mildly) not excited about the prospect of a horse dragging the Christmas tree over and leaving little "presents" on the floor. Fortunately for her he did not want to get into the trailer that morning.At one point we had our own private plane and pilot.When I wanted flying lessons he paid for them. Occasionally on Friday nights we would fly to an out of town high school (Midland High Bulldogs GO BULLDOGS!)football game. Every Thursday night he took us to Family Night at the Country Club. There was a buffet (really good food) and movies for the kids.
When he was growing up his father worked for the company that later became Arm and Hammer. He had the first horse and buggy on the street. Everyone had to come and sit in the buggy. He was the first to have a wind up model T car. Everyone had to come sit in the car and wind it up. My Dad came home late that day, saw the car, decided to do what everyone else had done. Unfortunately he put it in reverse and backed over his brand new bike. Granddad made him work for a year to get the money to replace it.
He was not the kind of man who really knew what to do with children but he always provided for me and I knew he loved me.
Losing a parent is difficult. The tokens left here help each and every day. Thank You to one and all.
PLEASE DO NOT USE ANY FAMILY PHOTOS WITHOUT PERMISSION. THANK YOU.
A SPECIAL THANKS TO JANE EUBANKS FOR HONORING MY PARENTS BY SPONSORING THEM.
