A TRIBUTE TO MY DAD

WILLIAM H. POWERS WAS MY DADS NAME..born in Morristown new york.his fathers name was Nelson. he was only 16 when he left school. with an 8th grade education. he found work in the graphite plant there in morristown, for a short time. he went into the service very young in 1943 and served under old blood and guts himself. they marched into germany, and italy, france. and was released in 45 after the war was over. he joined the volintear fire dept. in morristown and worked on the ferry for a while, drove bus, worked in the local cheese plant. then sailed on the macalpine laker with my uncle ELTON HALL , they got hired working on the sea way and also went to work at alco for a while. later after i came along both parrents worked in the cheese plant in morristown tell it burnt down. then dad went to ogdensburg and got hired for Mconvilles stone quarry. he worked as a crusher operator for 15 years before getting fired by new bosses out of canada. he then worked for becker and mores bagging saw dust wood flower. he went to work for george halls oil . and after getting done there his last job was back in a cheese plant in ogdensburg. he was a hard worker but could never get that break he needed. he never made any more than 5 thousand in one year. he had many od jobs takeing care of the cemetarys mowing grass, painting homes, carpentry, ect. dad loved his gardens. he pickeled everything. cabbage in a crock and salt pickels, sweet, dill, hot , ground horse radish, he loved to fish, winter and summer. he was retired early by the state doctors. becouse of his heart. dad did like to drink and smoked home rolled ciggs. he had 20 good years of retirement. hunting with me and fishing. we would go out in my little 12 foot punt spearing fish, and catching bluegills by day. tons of perch and callico bass. pike northern pike by the bushel. when i was a boy we went bullheading every night in the spring. he taked fish in his sleep. dad hunted deer with me up untell he was 74 years old. when he got sick. and on his dieing bed an hour before he passed he was talking about the fish that he had to get up to chapmens to sell. he would say moms name , joyce, get me a plate, i got to get thease fish up to the lake, he talked about his leutenent in the army more than 40 + years ago. and the macalpine he worked on. my dad worked up to the fial moments of his life. i lost my best friend that night, my hunting buddy, my fishing pal. the greatest man i ever have known. dad if you hear me now. i miss you and love you.some day we,ll fish together again.