A Tribute to Henry A. Hall, III

I am from backyard gardens, ‘Gator boots, peanut brittle and bear skin rugs.

I am from backyard swing sets, riding horses bareback and granddaddy’s yellow motorcycle.

I am from camping in the Redwoods, sharing granddaddy’s breakfast, road trips to Canada and “please granddaddy, I want to see the White Whales.”

I am from waking up to the smell of coffee and granddaddy calling to his dogs, feeding his chickens, checking on his rabbits and playing with Puddles and King.

I am from “you better treat people the way you want to be treated”, “ya’ll girls need to get along”, “be quiet, I’m trying to watch the game” and “we’ll now have the scripture read by my lovely wife Mary.”

I am from reminiscing about the Depression, life on the plantation, McNary, Arizona, and the trials and tribulations of serving in World War II.

I am from photo albums of hunting trips, souvenirs hanging on the wall and sneaking on granddaddy’s hunting hats.

I am from Henry Alton Hall, III, a.k.a. – “Bud”, but best known, and always remembered as, my granddaddy.