My teacher said us boys should write
about some great man, so I thought last night'n thought about
heroes and men that had done great things,'n then I got to thinkin' 'bout my
pa; he ain't a hero 'r anything but pshaw! Say! He can ride the wildest hoss'n
find minners near the moss down by the creek; 'n he can swim
'n fish, we ketched five new lights, me 'n him!
Dad's some hunter too - oh, my!
Miss Molly Cottontail sure does fly
when he tromps through the fields 'n brush!
(Dad won't kill a lark 'r thrush.)
Once when I was sick 'n though his hands were rough he rubbed
the pain right out. "That's the stuff!"
he said when I winked back the tears. He never cried but once 'n
that was when my mother died.
There're lots o' great men: George Washinton 'n Lee, but Dad's
got 'em all beat holler, seems to me!
-Anne Collins
Leonard Ike Robinson (March 16,
1917-March 18, 2011)
To us, he was Daddy, Papaw, Robbie. He could be gentle, loving, ornery, gruff,
mischievous, patient, and supportive. He often made us laugh. He loved the outdoors and would have loved to have worked at Merry Mount. We
miss him every day, but he is probably in Heaven with Lura pointing his finger
at Cricket challenging her to charge him before accepting her into his arms.
Below are a few snapshots from his life:
You live in our hearts. Happy 100th Birthday!
CPW
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