His favorite song is called ANNABELLE and he loved to tell this song to everyone!
So, for your reading pleasure here is the song that reminds me most of my Great Grandpa:
I had a girl named Annabelle,
She thought the world of me.
But of some cause her family,
And I could not agree.
And if I went there to her place,
It'd surely start a fight.
So for that reason we would take,
A walk each Wednesday night.
Down by the railroad tracks,
Down by the railroad tracks,
We'd sit for hours and hours and hours,
Down by the railroad tracks.
Some people spoon in parlor chairs,
And some in Ford sedans.
But Annabelle and I we had,
To make some other plans.
We couldn't use the parlor,
And we had no Ford you see.
So for that reason you would find,
Sweet Annabelle and me,
Down by the railroad tracks,
Down by the railroad tracks,
I'd hold her hand and she'd hold mine,
Down by the railroad tracks.
I courted her for seven months,
Until one summer day.
Her old man found it out and then,
There was the dues to pay.
He said "Young man, come here to me,
I want a word with you!"
Where'd ya think I found myself,
When finally I came to?
Down by the Railroad Tracks,
Down by the Railroad Tracks,
The birds were singing merrily,
Down by the Railroad Tracks.
We're married now and settled down,
With children of our own.
Across the door there hangs a sign,
That says "God Bless Our Home."
Both she and I take a walk each night,
But up and down the floor.
Trying to get those kids to sleep,
We never walk no more.
Down by the Railroad Tracks,
Down by the Railroad Tracks,
I wonder who is there tonight,
Down by the Railroad Tracks.
The other day my little girl says,
"Momma tell me do!
If the good girls go to heaven,
Do the bad girls go there too?"
"Just good girls go to heaven."
The mother softly sighed
"But Momma, Where do bad the girls go?"
Annabelle replied...
"Down by the Railroad Tracks,
Down by the Railroad Tracks,
Now run and play and don't you stray,
Down by the Railroad Tracks!"
By Frank Crumit
I absolutely love this song! Especially the last verse.
Grandpa was always up for a good laugh. Although, we all heard all his sayings a million times they seemed to never get old. (most of the time).
Today at his funeral, I heard a cute little story about him and by Great Grandma Anna that I'd like to share. Before my Grandma moved to the Uintah Basin to teach school, she went to a fortune teller (she was a true believer) The fortune teller predicted my grandma would meet her husband over rubber and would marry in a white corner. The first time she met my grandpa he was sitting on a tire and when he proposed it was at a dance in the old Mt. Emmon's church house, in the corner which was white! How cute is that!?!
