One Talent - Posey, Perry
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Story of the one TalentMatt. 25-14:30 The young son, Douglas Taylor never did remember his Dad Doyle Taylor; He got killed in an accident at the saw mill where he was employed, he saved the lives of three young children, playing under a log pile. Doyle Taylor gave his life to save the lives of the three children, found in the Bible- John Chp.15-13. No Greater Love than to lay down your live to save another. The very first thing that the son could remember was on that very cold day, with blowing snow, a Big Hole in the ground, "Grave" the long black car "Hearse" the big box "Casket" another…mehr

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Story of the one TalentMatt. 25-14:30 The young son, Douglas Taylor never did remember his Dad Doyle Taylor; He got killed in an accident at the saw mill where he was employed, he saved the lives of three young children, playing under a log pile. Doyle Taylor gave his life to save the lives of the three children, found in the Bible- John Chp.15-13. No Greater Love than to lay down your live to save another. The very first thing that the son could remember was on that very cold day, with blowing snow, a Big Hole in the ground, "Grave" the long black car "Hearse" the big box "Casket" another bigger box "Vault" a big man wearing a long black coat "Minister" the big black book "Bible" with folding chairs to sit in under this big tent. The Son-Douglas Taylor, kept asking questions about what's going on? No one would tell him anything. His Mother Lois Taylor thought that her son was too little to try and tell the story. When he gets a little older I'll sit down with him and then tell him. After the funeral service, they all went down to the Church dining room for dinner. Douglas was still asking questions! But being so small, and looking up to ask someone what's going on? No one would listen or answer his questions that he need so very badly; so about dark that same day, his big Brother- Chris Taylor; got so tired of his little Brother asking questions! He gave in to answer him; but in such a bad manner. It hurt the little boy Douglas so very much in all his young life. Now-You look here at me. . . Your Dad is Dead. He's down there in that big box, and is down in the cold cold hole in the ground. Now you take a good look at me o-kay-Now I'm the boss of this house! You now answer to me on everything. Now-Shut your mouth, and stop asking them stupid questions. Now the young son Douglas got his answer; in such a rough manner, he began to start to crying and crying! He ran away-back to the big hole in the ground, looking for his Dad, now he knows that his Dad is in that big box in the cold ground. Getting colder all the time. His tears became as ice on his cheeks. No one around for comfort.
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Born in Douglas County, State of Missouri, on an 80 Acre Farm about 12-miles from Ava Mo. 4-mile one way to Goodhope School. 3 miles one way to the nearest grocery store. Born in a log cabin on May-5-1936 to Everett and Carrie (Stillings) Posey. A wonderful childhood life. No toys, but- milk cows, butter, chickens and eggs, hogs ham and bacon, big gardens, for all of our vegetables. I do remember so very well-You had better plant it, can it, or grow it. Or you would go hungry. It didn't take much math to figure that out. When I first got out of school at the age of about 14- then started working like a man, not real heavy work, but a young man's work, like cutting fire wood, plowing the garden with two horses. Doing all the farm chores, well that was the way of life. We were poor, but didn't know it, we were like our neighbors, and didn't know a better life. In our home with a good Christian Dad and Mom. We never missed a meal, on got real cold in the winter. It was Church every Sunday, Revival meetings, Bible School, County Fair, and Music Parties ever Saturday night at our house or over the hill to the neighbor's house. I'll never forget this! Some men and women couldn't read or write, but could memorize a song, sing it, and play most all of the musical instruments, and where the musical instruments, and where the musical instruments came from! I'll never know. Neighbor's helping neighbor's Babies? old ages, sickness, death, dough, house or barn fire, a neighbor was there to help. When I was a very young man, my Dad would say to me, get the pick and shove; we have a grave to dig today. And if you had too many beans and was out of onions, you checked around with neighbors, and done a little trading. I have to be very thankful about this. Mom and Dad didn't fight. I never heard a curse word in our home. The word of divorce, alcohol, drugs wasn't a household word. Life is a Journey; we don't all take the same path. Let us keep helping our fellow man. To You with Love and Respect. Perry Posey