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Guy Freeman Worsham --- November 16, 1930

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(Who is Guy Freeman?   Click here to see Details...)

The Spring Had Sprung! Memories by Guy Worsham
Timing is Everything Memories by Guy Worsham
My wish for all of you Poem by Guy Worsham
DO YOU KNOW THIS GUY? Poem by Bob Colt

Guy Worsham has second hip replaced on May 24. The surgery went very well and the Lord performed a marvelous blessing. The recovery has been very easy and faster than the last hip replacement. Praise God. Naomi was the best nurse and so was Christian his grandson.

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Family                                                    Guy and Grandson Daniel              Guy and Granddaughter Haley

 

 

 

Guy Freeman Worsham was born at home on the Worsham Family farm, Sunday, 12:00 noon November 16, 1930, in Neuville, TX which is in Shelby County, eleven miles
south of Center, TX and 9 miles north of San Augustine, TX. His parents were Simmie Christian and Mary Margarete (Maggie) Worsham. At the time of birth his Father was 47 years old and his Mother 40. Guy was stillborn, however, the my parents knew something was wrong before birth and had called in all the family and neighbors to join in prayer. The prayers worked and Guy began to cry. Guy was the baby of the family with three older brothers and one older Sister. There were 10 years difference between Guy Freeman and his younger brother S.C.

Guy began his schooling in September 1935 at the age of four. First, second and third grades were at Center Elementary in Center TX. His Mother, being a teacher, convinced the school board to send a daily school bus eleven (11) miles to pick him up for school.

Fourth, fifth and sixth grades were at San Augustine Elementary in San Augustine TX. He rode his bicycle two miles daily through the trails of the woods to catch that bus. One of his achievements during this period was he became the marble shooting champion, and accumulated a very large collection of marbles.

His family sold the 97 acre family farm for $1500.00 in 1941 and moved to Orange, TX.
His Mother taught school and his Dad worked at Levingston Shipbuilding as a carpenter. This was the beginning of WW II and there was no housing yet available for the influx of people moving to the Golden Triangle Area. Guy’s Dad contracted with the owner of Border Motor Company, (Buick Dealership) to construct a 12 x 12 frame with a tent roof for their living facilities. In exchange Guy’s Dad would keep an eye on the property. After about one year they moved into a government housing facility near the Sabine River called Riverside.

Guy attended Orange Luther Stark Senior High School and graduated in 1947. He
attended the First Assembly of God Church, 3rd & Cypress St. where Rev. R.L. Davis was the Pastor. Guy’s first job in Orange was selling newspapers to the shift change at the shipyard. His other jobs during high school years included; slicing bacon at Tony Pavia’s meat market and liquor store; stock boy and cashier at Weingartens #20 grocery store; clerk in the Naval Base PX, parts clerk for the Buick dealership, and private
secretary to the President of Sabine Supply Company.

During his senior year he also attended and graduated from Orange Business College,
specializing in typing and Gregg shorthand. In 1948 he enrolled at University of Houston
majoring in Business Education. The first two years at UH he taught typing 101 & 102, and shorthand 101 & 102.

In 1949 he met Naomi Ruth Kent, daughter of John M. Kent, Pastor of Plymouth Assembly of God Church on the Northside of Houston. They were married July 29, 1950 and of this writing will have been married 52 years.

He did not graduate from UH but instead was drafted into the Army at the beginning of the Korean Conflict. Instead of honoring the draft notice he volunteered for the Air Force and spent his entire time at Langley Air Force Base, Hampton VA. His duties was private secretary to the Flying Safety Officer investigating aircraft accidents

His Father was of ill health and he applied for and received a Hardship Discharge on January 7, 1952, moving back to Orange, TX and returned to work at Sabine Supply
Company (an industrial supply house) in the accounting department. Later that year
they moved to Houston where over the next 42 years he worked at Missouri Pacific
Railroad, (one year) Plowden Supply Company (14 years) Texas Instruments (4 years) and Texas Mill Supply, (23 years) from which he retired July 1, 1994.

Presently he is on staff at the First Assembly of God Church, Humble, TX ( which
they have attended since 1979) where he and Naomi are the Senior Adult Ministry Directors. (Check out the church website at www.humble-assembly.org)

Guy & Naomi have been blessed with three children (two sons and one daughter)
and seven grandchildren, they are:

Guy Patrick & Barbara, (their children are Alex, Paul & Daniel)
Richard Alan & Gaylynn, (their children are Richard Jr.& Chase)
and Kimberly Ann & Chris Forbes, (their children are Christian & Haley)

Guy & Naomi tell us they have a thousand stories, a super heritage, and will be sharing
their living eulogy with us from time to time.

 

The Spring had Sprung! Back to Top

I couldn’t have gone to sleep that particular night in December 1937 if I’d wanted to, and I didn’t want to. I had overheard Dad say to Mom, tomorrow is Saturday -- let’s go to town and pick up Guy Freeman’s Christmas present. I hoped that it was going to be a 22-caliber single shot rifle, my first gun. During the Depression years, (1930-1940), money was scarce as hen’s teeth, and I knew this would be a sacrifice. Previous Christmas gifts consisted of one apple and maybe one orange and a tree decorated with colored construction paper glued together with homemade paste.

Dad & Mom made the purchase in Payne & Payne Hardware Store, in Center Texas for $5.25 cash. My Dad had shared an ice delivery route with another farmer to save enough money to buy this gift. Neither of my parents had a clue that I had overheard their conversation and sent me to the Center drugstore to buy a 5-cent double-dip strawberry ice cream cone.

Dad attempted to hide the rifle between the cushion and the back seat of our old faded Model T Ford sedan, one without windows. The rear seat spring had sprung, and during the return trip home I could feel the rifle with the tip of my fingers. Wow! I still get goose bumps when I remember how excited I was. I couldn’t see it but I could feel the cold metal of the barrel and the smooth walnut finish of the stock. Working my hands back and forth, touching the trigger, then the hammer and back to the trigger, I imagined what my feelings would be like when I opened this special gift on Christmas morning.

By the time spring had come around, my rifle, my dog Buster and I were inseparable.

By Guy Freeman Worsham (Born & Raised in Neuville, Texas)

 

Timing is Everything Back to Top

I was born and raised in deep East Texas. When I was about seven years old my parents gave me a single-shot 22 caliber rifle for a Christmas gift. My youngest brother, who was ten years older than me, taught me how to shoot accurately which reminds me that the most memorable whipping during childhood was when my Mother warned me to stop shooting her clothes pins off the clothes line, and I didn’t heed her warnings!

One morning, while strolling through the woods, my rifle in my hand and my dog, Buster, by my side, I spotted a covey of quail searching for food. Wondering if I could hit one of those moving targets with a 22 caliber rifle, I raised my rifle took careful aim and squeezed the trigger. At the sound of the shot all the quail flew and I really didn’t think I had hit anything until I reached the spot. Well, to my surprise, not only had I hit one, but two. Seems as if the second quail was standing in just the right spot.

After Mother’s congratulated me on the kill, she informed me that both quails would be cleaned, cooked and served as a special treat to my aging Grandmother.

What prodded this true story? Well, Ill tell you…I distinctly remember it was the beginning of another exciting autumn season in the year 1938.

Guy Worsham@2000

 

My wish for all of you Back to Top

May your new millennium beginning
Be a year where you experience all the things
That help make you feel content, from the inside out

Lots of laughter, good health, prosperity
An abundance of hugs and countless kisses

My wish is that your heart smiles
As much as your face

I wish for you the courage to allow
Yourself to love and be loved
Surround yourself with those who
Inspire, uplift, encourage and appreciate you

While you reflect on the new millennium, try not
To dwell on your doubts or downfalls, but rather
Embrace your strengths
And the positive things in your life

For while the message is at times hard to see, the
Challenges truly do make our character stronger
Each experience is part of our developmental process
Listen to your inner nudge

And finally, thank you!
Thank you for allowing me to be a part of your lives

I can’t tell you the numerous times your
words and kindness
Have inspired, uplifted and made me laugh
I’ll leave you with this piece
Simple, yet “priceless” gifts for your heart, that
You can keep on giving through the next millennium…

The Gift of Listening
But you must really listen, no interrupting,
No daydreaming, no planning your responses
Just listen

The Gift of Affection
Be generous with hugs, kisses,
Pats on the back, and handholds
Let small actions demonstrate the love
You have for family and friends

The Gift of a Written Note
A brief handwritten note may be
Remembered for a lifetime
And may even change a life

The Gift of a Compliment
A simple and sincere
“You look great in red”
“I appreciate your efforts”
“That was a wonderful meal”
Can make someone’s day

The Gift of a Favor
Every day, go out of your way
To do something kind

The Gift of Solitude
There are times when we want nothing
better than to be left alone
Be sensitive to those times and give the
gift of solitude to others

And that’s my wish for all of you

@ 2001 Guy Worsham


DO YOU KNOW THIS GUY? Back to Top

HERE’S YOUR FIRST CLUE.
HE’S GOT A BEAUTIFUL WIFE
WITH A BIBLCAL NAME.
WHAT A BLESSING SHE WAS
WHEN INTO HIS LIFE SHE CAME.
NOW 52 YEARS, SHE MUST BE A SAINT!

BUT HE’S THE HEAD OF THE HOUSE
I MUST MAKE THAT CLEAR.
WITH ALWAYS THE FINAL WORD,
IT’S A FIRM … YES DEAR!

2ND CLUE.
WITH A LAST NAME THAT SOUNDS LIKE WORSHIP
WHAT MORE CAN I SAY.
HE’S DEVOTED TO JESUS
AND CONSTANTLY PRAYS

HE’S A MAN AMONG MEN
AND HE’S ALWAYS AROUND
WHENEVER HE’S NEEDED
THAT’S WHERE HE’S FOUND.

TO PRAY FOR THE SICK
OR HELP WITH A NEED.
OR TALK TO A STRANGER
AND PLANTING THE SEED.

SUNDAY MORNING WILL FIND HIM
AT THE HEAD OF OUR CLASS
A SENIOR MOMENT OR TWO
AND ABUNDANT LIFE SUNDAY SCHOOL CLASS
IS ON IT’S WAY.

NOW YOU KNOW HE’S ALL DONE
WHEN YOU HEAR HIM SAY…
“LET’S BRING HIM TO THE FRONT”…
HOYT IVY
AS ONLY HE CAN SAY.

HERE’S YOUR LAST CLUE
IF YOUR’RE STILL DOUBTING,
HE’S A VERY SPECIAL GUY
FROM SHELBY COUNTY.

2002 @ BOB COLT

This poem was written by Bob Colt and presented to Guy & Naomi
July 21, 2002 during their SS Class