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Tuesday, September 10, 2019
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Kristen Norton posted a condolence
Tuesday, February 16, 2016
Thank you Grandpa for so many memories. I will always remember how you would come to visit and I thought every man was suppose to smell like Old Spice. I would sit on your lap and was fascinated with how you couldn't close your hand after an accident in a factory many years before. Even though I hated being called Krissy, when you said it, it was calming.
You would take me fishing and we would go to the "crick" to catch crawfish. Rides in Old Blue, digging for worms, watching you wash daisy in the huge sink in the cellar, and watching you always trying to find new ways to keep the squirrels out of the bird feeder. I could go on and on.You will be missed greatly and all the memories will be kept in my heart and left in Rome.
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Gloria Nellenbach posted a condolence
Tuesday, February 16, 2016
Such a nice picture--his smile lit up the room. What a delightful, personable man. It was a pleasure to be in his company and listen to his stories. I got to know him through a woman I visited at Terrace at Woodlands---they remembered each other from many years ago and he took her under his wing on her admission and was very kind to her. He was a wonderful man and I'll miss him Please accept my sincere condolences on your loss.
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Tom Trunko posted a condolence
Tuesday, February 16, 2016
Sue and Joe and Family, Sorry to hear of your father's passing. Always had fun listening to his stories.
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Leah Preston posted a condolence
Monday, February 15, 2016
I like to say that my grandfather, Everett, is at the core of my DNA. That the values he taught me - just by example, never by preaching - are at the center of who I am. My grandpa taught me to be good to your fellow man. He was always the type to stop and pull his sleeves up, get his hands dirty to help someone out. He was a hard worker - a man who did tough labor not just to support his family, but because it helped create a depth of character. Long after he retired, we liked to joke that Grandpa was an incessant "putterer" - that he couldn't sit still, always needed to keep his hands busy. He was resilient as they come: a man who never batted an eye at the cold, who broke his nose and set it himself, who nearly cut off a finger more than once, but always found a way to laugh at it.
I am a better person because of my grandfather. And I smile at the memories I have with him - ones that even just a couple of years ago, we still talked about. We laughed about the time I rolled down a hill and got caught in barbed wire. And the time I hooked his hand with a fishing hook. In fact, I think that was all in the same day - I was just that kind of kid. And even as a 34 year old woman, he still saw me as that kid tangled up in the wire. It still makes me smile.
But the thing I'm left with now, is how my grandpa seemed to just let life wash over him. He took pleasure in little things. He woke before the sun and read the newspaper from top to bottom and back again. He always wore aftershave. He fed the birds. He talked to dogs. He planted beautiful flowers. He enjoyed nothing more, at the end of the day, than a cold beer and to nod off in his big chair — a ballgame flickering on the television in front of him.
And he whistled. Always whistled, as he worked and puttered. I will never forget so many things about my grandpa - the way his hands looked, the things we talked about - but I hope I never, ever forget the sound of him whistling in the yard, as he lost himself in the beautiful, endless rhythm of life around him.
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Linda L Conley posted a condolence
Monday, February 15, 2016
Linda L Conley purchased flowers (The FTD® Special Blessings™ Bouquet - Standard)
With Loving Memory of a very special Uncle. Tom and Linda (Hall) Conley