|Farm Fresh Memories|
HE’S MY…DADDY “POP” C.C.— CORBETT CALVIN POTTER
It was near noon on Thursday when I walked through the old double front doors of The Flat Rock General Store. There was a full lunch crowd gathered that covered most near all The Store regulars includin’ — Slim, Essex, Ms. Ida, the widow Cora, Farlow, Willerdean, "Truth," Estelle, S.R., J.R., "Hatch," Heath, Dustin and the night owl, Harley Hood. It was near heated up inside The Store and Slim had the old rattlie window fan runnin’ full throttle.
’Course rain is lackin’ around Flat Rock. It is ’bout dry as a baby’s sandbox and the meteorological forecast calls for lackin’ amounts of rainfall for the near future.
Bro. followed close behind me carrin’ a arm load of flyers that he begin passin’ out concern’ the two thousand ought seven Father’s Day celebration and recognition down to the Baptist Church. ’Course all community and area Flat Rock folk are welcome and, like most things around Flat Rock community there would be a eatin’ followin’ church services accordin’ to Bro.
Several of the folks gathered started talkin’ about rememberances of their Father, "Daddy," those currently livin’ and others that had passed on. Bro. encouraged everyone who planned to attend the celebration down to the church to prepare a tribute to either Daddy’s or G-Daddy’s past or livin’.
By this time most near all the folks present had moved on through The Store and headed out to afternoon obligations.
As I drove off from The Flat Rock General Store, I got to thinking about a tribute I had actually written and given to my Daddy "pop" C.C. about four years ago on Father’s Day. It would be most near perfect for Father’s Day 2007, especially since my Daddy "pop" C.C. at eighty-three years young was injured in a serious fall on January 6 of 2007, and has not quite made it back to full mobility. I love you, my Daddy "pop" C.C.
This is for all daddies – young, old, farm, city, past, present. Thank you for all you do or have done…
He’s my daddy!!!
Was up before daylight,
He carried me to church and
He could hit a ball a mile,
Cooks a great breakfast
He helped me make a bow,
He only missed one of my
He taught me how to run,
He was with me when
He even smiled when
He taught me to drive a tractor,
He is completely Southern,
He taught me work and honesty.
He can back a wagon, run a cotton
He encouraged me to go to college
He helped me fly a kite,
He taught me to drive a nail,
He would bait my hook
Could site a fence level and straight
To saddle a horse and
He taught me to pack cotton
When I was young to sleep
That for him not to smoke
To dig potatoes, eat tomatoes,
To scoop corn, dehorn,
To pitch horseshoes,
Yes, he taught me to do things right!
Did I tell you that he also taught me
Happy Fathers day to all Dads, I wish each of you the bestest for the remainder of 2007 as well as future years…
REMEMBER YOUR HERITAGE!!!