Day 11 Laura Parsons Amanda and Granddaddy


Laura Parsons

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  1. Way off topic. My photoshop skills really are lacking. Every LOAD I swear I will get better at it so I can do more of what I want to do with a layout but sadly it is 11:30 CT and I have to post this. LOL.
    This is a picture of my daughter and my dad and the journaling is a speech she gave in her speech class.
    Text of Speech:
    My grandfather. Author. Historian. Philanthropist. My grandfather, who we all lovingly called Granddaddy was all of these things. He was a man of success, knowledge, and generosity. Smith Callaway banks was born November 26, 1936 to Osborne Callaway Banks, and Laura Smith Banks in Statesboro, Georgia and was an 8th generation descendant of Bulloch County. His father, and later him, owned and worked at the “City Dairy” and then the “Banks Dairy Farm.” He went to Emory University and earned a degree in Biology, then did some graduate work at the University of Georgia. He married my grandmother, Willa Alexander, in 1962, then had my mother and her sister and brother. My grandfather was a man of great success. He wrote four books, helped write a play, and wrote many articles for magazines and newspapers. He received many awards, some of which I will talk about later. I am so proud to call him my granddaddy. He was very successful in all his endeavors which include being the president of his families business and owning a successful antique shop.
    MY grandfather was a man of great knowledge. He was Historian of numerous organizations, and the unofficial Historian for his beloved hometown and county. To me, and everyone else, he knew pretty much everything. He knew when our family came to this country, which of our relatives fought in which wars, an extensive amount of things about the state of Georgia, and many other things. He loved history and was quoted saying “We all have an innate need to belong to something greater than ourselves, and he though we could do that by learning our family history. One thing that I always found fascinating was how anywhere we would go, he would know at least one person, if not a handful of people. He could talk to them, and ask them how their mother was, or how a certain event in their life went, and most often, he would either tell them, or me how exactly we were related. And let me tell you, we are related to pretty much everyone! When my mother or I went places with him, he would never fail to introduce us as his daughter and granddaughter from Wisconsin. He would brag about our accomplishments or usually the person we were talking to would ask us about our lives, because my grandfather had already told them a great deal about us previously. He was so proud of each and every one of us, and he loved us all very much. To me my grandpa was just a wealth of knowledge, and sadly I took advantage of it. I only wish I would have written down or paid more close attention to all the things he told me. He just knew everything it seemed! A great quote I heard about my granddaddy was “Smith has a world of knowledge, what Smith shared and recorded was only a fraction of what he knew, a lot of his history is gone—we didn’t get all of it.” This was said by his good friend Rodney Harville in my grandfather’s obituary.
    My grandfather was a man of great generosity. He won the Dean Day Smith Service to Mankind Award and the Dean Day Smith Lifetime Achievement Award, which honors individuals who have dedicated themselves to helping others. He also won the Excellence of Community Service Award from the Daughters of the American Revolution. My granddaddy gave his time and money to many things that he felt were important. He started collecting antiques in the 1980s and a couple of years before he died he gave away more than 400 pieces of his collection to the local university, Georgia Southern. He loved folk art and always sent us his favorite kind called ugly jugs. They were made in the 1800s and beyond to discourage children from getting into them, because they usually stored medicine, vinegar or alcohol. He collected an impressive amount of these and had his garage converted into a kind of gallery for them. My grandfather would provide me with anything I needed or anything he felt I needed. He was always the most generous person I knew. He would take our families on cruises and vacations when we were younger and even bought my aunt a house right next to his after her husband and her got divorced. When her ex-husband eventually died he took on the role of father figure and would take care of them a lot. I will always look up to my grandpa for that. He really took a hands-on role in raising my two cousins who were very young when their father died.
    My grandfather was a man of success, knowledge, and generosity. He may not sound like much, to me, my family and to the town of Statesboro, he was a great man. Everybody loved him, and when he died May 19th of 2010. He had always been in rough shape ever since I can remember, which makes all of his accomplishments even more noteworthy, to me. Even though, for most of the end of his life he could not drive, see very well or even walk for some parts, his mind was always very sharp, and he was so knowledgeable. He was an enormous part of my life, and if I have a son in the future, I plan to name him Smith. He has had an impact in so many people’s lives and will always be remembered for his work he has done and his generosity. I will leave you with a quote from my grandfather’s obituary, by his dear friend Dr. Presley, “Losing Smith is like finishing a great book, you want it to last forever, but you realize that every book has a final page.”

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