Monday, April 21, 2008
HAROLD DAVIS
Renee---you mentioned Harold Davis. Harold became one of my very best friend for the last 25 years. He did beautiful woodwork. I was so sorry when he died. He made so many beautiful pieces for me to paint on. All I had to do was tell him what I was thinking and the next time I went to his house---there it was. The funniest thing was that Lucy always said that Harold talked in 16ths of an inch and I talked in "abouts"... He would ask me how long or how big I needed something cut and I would say, "Oh, you know Harold, about this big" and hold out my hands". He would look at me (like he did in high school and Say, "Hell Bonnie, I'm not a magician." Lucy and I would just start laughing and hed get REAL aggravated and go to the woodshop. Whenever Lucy and I would want to talk about something we didn't want him to hear, we'd do the same thing and he'd be out of there in a second. As I said, I really miss him. Lucy is so sad. She looks the same way she did 45 years ago. Has hardly aged except in the last years since his death.
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Bonnie, I didn't realize Harold died. I'm so glad my daughter sent me the link to McNeely's. So many people pass away and I don't know for months or even years.
I can check it now and send a card from the website to the family. I sent a card to Gail , Guy's wife, and one to Elaine Mixon when her husband died.
Do you still paint? I just loved taking those classes.
I'm sure glad we are typing this on the computer. I would never have gotten out of your class. I can't read my own writing.
Bonnie, my foster brother was married to one of the Davis's girls. He died quite a while ago and we had lost touch. His name was David Balkum. Do you know any details?
Margaret, I didn't know you had a foster brother.
Renee, my brother Jimmy worked in Mandeville at the Adolesent Psychiatric Unit as a social worker. He fell in love with this adorable kid named David. When I was 16 and David was 13, Jimmy talked Mother and Daddy into taking him into our home. The first year, David did wonderful and was so popular. Then he "got in with the wrong crowd" and eventually stole from Bobby's store. It was so hard on Mother and Daddy and eventually David was sent back.....which was very traumatic to him, also. I'm not sure when he married Mr. Davis's daughter, but I think they had a child. David was killed while driving a 18 wheeler on his job. This is probably more than you wanted to know. David did come visit me once in Houston. Life is strange, isn't it?
I do think I remember him now. Life is strange. Do you remember my cousin Joe. He went to school at Kentwood for one year. A few years ago he committed suicide.
I used to do a lot of genealogy. My great, great grandmother was Melinda Gill. She had four husbands.
Some of my mother's relatives, the Bambers were very notorious and they ran around with the Gill's. I'm not sure if i traced it back far enough to see if we are related.
Well, that is probably much more than you wanted to know.
Great to hear from you.
Love,
Renee
Margaret-David was married to Beverly, the youngest daughter. She and David divorced at some point,or maybe not married. Lucy and Harold didn't really talk about their girls much. Katherine Ann was in hiding for about 15 years. The guy she married (Jimmy--I can't remembrer his name) We know him., I'll have to ask mother!!! She left him and he threatened to kill her and their daughter. He told her he would find them no matter where. She left in the middle of the night, and Lucy and Harold didn't see her or hear from her for many years. They didn't talk on the phone or anything. they really were terrified that he would be able to trace her and Karen ( the daughter) It wasn't until he died. (I think he committed suicide) that Katherine Ann came to visit them in Kentwood. It was all so sad and hard on Lucy and Harold too. Beverly did have a daughter---Misty. I lose track of the ages. She recently (within the last two years) had a child. I believe it was a girl. I'll have to find out from Lucy.
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