Dad's Father, Roy Watters - approx. 1878 to 1924. Dad's Mother, Modena Fuqua Watters 1880 to 1960. The rest of Dad's familly, Amo, eldest sister, Dad next, (Ray Clint, Pete), Charlie (who was left on grandmother's doorstep in a basket, then adopted), and Shirley.
Shirley Mae, my Aunt by 9 mos., companion and playmate, I love her dearly. The times we had! She was extremely popular in high school (one grade above me) and started and sang in her own 6 piece band all around the country. Great voice!
Ray Watters, dad's father was an out and out brutal fighter and a heavy drinker. All his fights were in bars - an Irish fighter who went to bars all over the country, fighting the local champions. They fought bare knuckled (one leather thong around the knuckles) for money. He would spend about 6 months a year doing this, when he was about 37, he started taking my dad with him, putting him up on a bar stool to watch him. When his dad died at 46, probably of drinking, it really affected dad, who loved him very much. Dad never had a drink to his dying day; except a champagne toast a few times at Joy's and my anniversary.
My Dad, LeRoy Watters, was made of the same grit as his dad. The hardest, most intense worker I have ever known. He was dedicated to pleasing my mom. He made tons of money in his prime, only to lose everything, from giving mom any and everything she wanted - traveling first class everywhere, to bad investments. He actually gave away to his managers, two grocery stores, a drugstore and a candy store. And after having many hospital and doctor costs for mom; it finally broke him about 1970. But what a guy! He used to take me to carnivals all over Oklahoma and Texas to challenge the roughest, dirtiest, meanest fighters you could ever see. The carnivals had the best, they thought. Dad weighing about 165 lbs. would jump in the ring and challenge their champion. The crowd would always laugh. Anyone who could stay with their fighter for three rounds would get 25% of the gate, usually about $25, a lot of money during the depression. I never saw him lose, he was too fast and hit like a sledge hammer. When he kept refusing to tour with the carnivals, they finally barred him from all carnivals around the country. He was costing them too much money!
My Mother, Agnes Lorraine, was born in Texas, 11-03 1903 into a large family. Her parents, J. R. (Jim) Radney and Henrietta Radney (Mama) had eleven kids. In this order, they were Opal the eldest, Lily, Hermer, Ruth, Brian, Jackie, Mom, Bobbie, Peggy, Nita and Aubrey. One more, Robert, died at birth. With mom and dad's large families, you can probably see why I was an only child! You talk about hard work, Mr. Radney land-leased 160 acres of land outside Altus from Mr. Fuqua, which meant he only received 50% of all he made from the land. But what a farmer. Even in those days, he would switch crops in different locations each year, like from corn to maize, cotton to wheat, alfalfa to barley,etc., and always huge gardens and fruit trees. He always had horses, cattle, pigs, chickens, turkeys, geese, and Guinea hens. They ate well! He took very good care of his family, and made Mr. Fuqua rich!
I love, and I've been loved, and it makes beautiful background music! Ken
If you think, after writing your legacy, that you made a lot of moral mistakes, stupid moves, or bad judgements - remember: "And we know that all things work together for good to those who love the Lord." Romans 8:28