Willie T Haynie 1926 – 2010

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  – a Florida ‘cracker.. early 50’s

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Willie Thomas “Bill” Haynie

A lifetime of Lakeland, Fort Myers, Arcadia, and Sanford Florida

The W.T. Haynie Family

Elaine, Janis, Tom, Mom (Marie), Kristi

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with a simple ‘Amen,’ folks lingered; some took pictures; others mumbled a few polite words, and they left…..

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dispensing of our suits, grandson Gray and I helped Dad into ‘the-saddle’ for his final ride,

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– and then we covered the trail of a true ‘character’

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when its family, you’re there till the end (Janis)….

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Losing a father is never on the top of anyone’s list – in my own way I find comfort in one of the few places that he and I shared and spent extended time together – riding old highways as he ’ciphered-out’ our surroundings – Dad was real good at ‘figurin’ things out.

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He would wipe the inside of the windshield (defroster didn’t work) with his handkerchief, mix ketchup with his eggs and grits, ’sop’ gravy’ from the supper skillet with a piece of bread and could make a treat out of cornbread and butter-milk.  He could tell you the history of a truck from simply walking around it; all the while unbuckling his britches in front of anyone (during conversation) to tuck his shirt-tail in (no big deal). He rolled his own cigarettes (Prince-Albert) while driving (elbows on the steering wheel) and coughed as hard as he worked.  That was our ‘Dad’ and that’s how we knew him – he “was what he was.”

I guess life is like a highway, another place with a good seat to appreciate whats right there in front of us, an opportunity to acknowledge others as we pass, a place to remember – and a time to move on.

bye Dad, and thanks for the ride.   – “uddddnnnnnn.”


(story about that pickup)

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