Lee, as he was called, was born one of 7 sons and 2 daughters to James Henry and Delilah Katherine Vanderpool Hammons. The s/o of a Hardshell Primitive Baptist Minister, Lee read his bible every night.
He married Ruth Schooler on Sept. 8, 1912 in Spickard, Grundy Co., MO. Together, they brought eight children into the world, 7 sons, Jim, Forest, Don, Aubrey, Arlie, Lloyd, Merle and one daughter, LaVerda. After the death of their son, Jim, they took his daughter, Barbara in, and raised her.
My grandfather was a gentle man who was loved and respected. He worked hard at farming. I can remember seeing him in a field, the reins of the plow horse wrapped around him, a plow held tightly in his hands while the horse pulled him along. He smelled of clean air, tobacco and love. He looked out for everyone. He wasn't the oldest child but all of his brothers and sisters, nieces and nephews turned to him when they had a problem. My Uncle Don said that no matter who they were, no one ever came to our home and left hungry.
In later years he was the ferry master of the ferry across the Sacramento River at Princeton, Colusa Co., CA.
He was my grandfather but because he raised me, I called him 'Dad'. I named my son Dalton 'Lee' for him.
Dad died of burns received in a house fire.
I wrote this about about my childhood with this loving man:
'The carefree child that ran and played and hid behind a tree;
I see her now and then sometimes peeking out at me;
I see her scamper, skip and jump, the wind free in her hair; Oh! To be that child again without a single care;
Her happy laughter I still can hear as she chases butterflies;
Her little dog at her heels, barking at the skies;
At night, so sleepy and so loved;
She would crawl into Daddy's arms;
And snuggle down against his heart;
Knowing she was safe from harm;
She's gone for good now.
She can't return;
She's just a memory;
But once she laughed and ran and played;
Was she really me?'
I love you Daddy. I will never forget the unconditional love you gave to me.
I want to thank everyone who leaves flowers and a message here for my 'Dad.' He was a very wonderful, special man
A special thanks to MEDORA for her kindness in sponsoring his page.
He married Ruth Schooler on Sept. 8, 1912 in Spickard, Grundy Co., MO. Together, they brought eight children into the world, 7 sons, Jim, Forest, Don, Aubrey, Arlie, Lloyd, Merle and one daughter, LaVerda. After the death of their son, Jim, they took his daughter, Barbara in, and raised her.
My grandfather was a gentle man who was loved and respected. He worked hard at farming. I can remember seeing him in a field, the reins of the plow horse wrapped around him, a plow held tightly in his hands while the horse pulled him along. He smelled of clean air, tobacco and love. He looked out for everyone. He wasn't the oldest child but all of his brothers and sisters, nieces and nephews turned to him when they had a problem. My Uncle Don said that no matter who they were, no one ever came to our home and left hungry.
In later years he was the ferry master of the ferry across the Sacramento River at Princeton, Colusa Co., CA.
He was my grandfather but because he raised me, I called him 'Dad'. I named my son Dalton 'Lee' for him.
Dad died of burns received in a house fire.
I wrote this about about my childhood with this loving man:
'The carefree child that ran and played and hid behind a tree;
I see her now and then sometimes peeking out at me;
I see her scamper, skip and jump, the wind free in her hair; Oh! To be that child again without a single care;
Her happy laughter I still can hear as she chases butterflies;
Her little dog at her heels, barking at the skies;
At night, so sleepy and so loved;
She would crawl into Daddy's arms;
And snuggle down against his heart;
Knowing she was safe from harm;
She's gone for good now.
She can't return;
She's just a memory;
But once she laughed and ran and played;
Was she really me?'
I love you Daddy. I will never forget the unconditional love you gave to me.
I want to thank everyone who leaves flowers and a message here for my 'Dad.' He was a very wonderful, special man
A special thanks to MEDORA for her kindness in sponsoring his page.
Lee, as he was called, was born one of 7 sons and 2 daughters to James Henry and Delilah Katherine Vanderpool Hammons. The s/o of a Hardshell Primitive Baptist Minister, Lee read his bible every night.
He married Ruth Schooler on Sept. 8, 1912 in Spickard, Grundy Co., MO. Together, they brought eight children into the world, 7 sons, Jim, Forest, Don, Aubrey, Arlie, Lloyd, Merle and one daughter, LaVerda. After the death of their son, Jim, they took his daughter, Barbara in, and raised her.
My grandfather was a gentle man who was loved and respected. He worked hard at farming. I can remember seeing him in a field, the reins of the plow horse wrapped around him, a plow held tightly in his hands while the horse pulled him along. He smelled of clean air, tobacco and love. He looked out for everyone. He wasn't the oldest child but all of his brothers and sisters, nieces and nephews turned to him when they had a problem. My Uncle Don said that no matter who they were, no one ever came to our home and left hungry.
In later years he was the ferry master of the ferry across the Sacramento River at Princeton, Colusa Co., CA.
He was my grandfather but because he raised me, I called him 'Dad'. I named my son Dalton 'Lee' for him.
Dad died of burns received in a house fire.
I wrote this about about my childhood with this loving man:
'The carefree child that ran and played and hid behind a tree;
I see her now and then sometimes peeking out at me;
I see her scamper, skip and jump, the wind free in her hair; Oh! To be that child again without a single care;
Her happy laughter I still can hear as she chases butterflies;
Her little dog at her heels, barking at the skies;
At night, so sleepy and so loved;
She would crawl into Daddy's arms;
And snuggle down against his heart;
Knowing she was safe from harm;
She's gone for good now.
She can't return;
She's just a memory;
But once she laughed and ran and played;
Was she really me?'
I love you Daddy. I will never forget the unconditional love you gave to me.
I want to thank everyone who leaves flowers and a message here for my 'Dad.' He was a very wonderful, special man
A special thanks to MEDORA for her kindness in sponsoring his page.
He married Ruth Schooler on Sept. 8, 1912 in Spickard, Grundy Co., MO. Together, they brought eight children into the world, 7 sons, Jim, Forest, Don, Aubrey, Arlie, Lloyd, Merle and one daughter, LaVerda. After the death of their son, Jim, they took his daughter, Barbara in, and raised her.
My grandfather was a gentle man who was loved and respected. He worked hard at farming. I can remember seeing him in a field, the reins of the plow horse wrapped around him, a plow held tightly in his hands while the horse pulled him along. He smelled of clean air, tobacco and love. He looked out for everyone. He wasn't the oldest child but all of his brothers and sisters, nieces and nephews turned to him when they had a problem. My Uncle Don said that no matter who they were, no one ever came to our home and left hungry.
In later years he was the ferry master of the ferry across the Sacramento River at Princeton, Colusa Co., CA.
He was my grandfather but because he raised me, I called him 'Dad'. I named my son Dalton 'Lee' for him.
Dad died of burns received in a house fire.
I wrote this about about my childhood with this loving man:
'The carefree child that ran and played and hid behind a tree;
I see her now and then sometimes peeking out at me;
I see her scamper, skip and jump, the wind free in her hair; Oh! To be that child again without a single care;
Her happy laughter I still can hear as she chases butterflies;
Her little dog at her heels, barking at the skies;
At night, so sleepy and so loved;
She would crawl into Daddy's arms;
And snuggle down against his heart;
Knowing she was safe from harm;
She's gone for good now.
She can't return;
She's just a memory;
But once she laughed and ran and played;
Was she really me?'
I love you Daddy. I will never forget the unconditional love you gave to me.
I want to thank everyone who leaves flowers and a message here for my 'Dad.' He was a very wonderful, special man
A special thanks to MEDORA for her kindness in sponsoring his page.
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