Above: From left to right: Martha Vanta-Morrow, Eleanor Shahan-Freese, Betty Shields-Dickey, Elsie Shahan-Lane and Don Dickey. (Betty's husband)
|Huffman & Shahan Family History||
By: Betty E. Dickey June 3rd, 1997
We said goodbye to a friend today
Didn't want him to go, but he couldn't stay
He left his loved ones and those he held dear
And went to a better place then he ever had here.
Dovie, Hattie and Bessie had been there awhile
And when he saw them, he gave them a smile
He loved everyone, He had stories galore
And when he told them, you waited for more.
The eldest of seven of the Shahan clan
Then came four sisters, and he thought, "O man."
I'd sure like a brother, just one would do
Then along came Ira, his wish had come true.
He taught him things he knew from his past
And he watched him grow, it seemed very fast.
Then Harry was born, another new brother
And they shared their love and fun with each other.
One day I said, "I'd just like to know."
"Are you the smartest?" He laughed and said, "No."
"That would be Harry, he's the youngest you see."
"And he learned everything from both Ira and me."
His friends were many
He welcomed them in
When they stopped at his house
To pay a visit to him.
He loved to play cards
Loved to hunt and fish
Being with friends and family
Was his everyday wish.
Chuck and Ira and Mary lou
And me and Uncle Bennie too
Spent many a Friday playing cards together
Never worried about the inclement weather.
Sometimes we lost
Sometimes we won
But one thing for sure
We always had fun.
He could balance a wheel
Or align a car, that's a fact
You knew when you left Scgraders
you wouldn't have to go back.
He took a trip to Alaska
He had wanted to go
And he came back with great stories
And pictures to show.
He was twenty three when he first met me
I was just a new born baby, you see
He said, "She's the prettiest baby, I think I have met."
But of course he didn't have his own children yet.
He always did love me
And he put up with me
When I'd go to Greenville
To spend time with Lee.
The good times are just memories
We will always hold dear
And every once in a while
We will shed a small tear.
We will miss him a lot
But God makes no mistakes
And we'll see him again
When that journey we take.
Because our God giveth
And God taketh away
So we pray for the lost
And we wait for that day.
So here is my thought
You can buy for a penny
I want everyone to know
I really loved Uncle Bennie.