Grandpa ~ others know him as Bill :: Life and Times of Leish

Grandpa ~ others know him as Bill

The world is a crazy place, my Grandpa McClintock got to leave crazy this morning around 4:00 am.

I was his curly haired little baby, he was the one that took us on adventure.  Whether it be to Elephant Rock, Johnson Shut-in’s, or a Civil War Reenactment where I dressed up like Laura Ingalls Wilder and ran around watching people ‘fight the war’.  Sometimes we just piled into a van (without windows mind you) and drove to Farmington so my Grandma and the girls could shop.  We would top those days off with a stop at White Castle for Grandma…Grandpa loved us enough that he would take us kids to McDonalds, which we were very grateful for.

He was the man that you would see walking through Wal-Mart in buckskins and a ten gallon hat.  People asked my brother one time if he was still alive because he was so authentically dressed in early century clothing.  He was the one that later would dress as Abraham Lincoln, though maybe not his total intention, he would just dress up and that’s who he ended up looking like.  Most of the time you could find him sitting on a bench in front of Wal-Mart, on the tail gate of his truck, or under a tree carving a stick.  He made some awesome canes, and he was a gifted man that could make some great things with his hands.

But mostly he was a ‘dad, grandpa, and pappy’.  He celebrated his 80th birthday on Saturday, September 8.

Weekend trips North consisted of getting to stay in a log cabin that rain would seep through the walls if the wind blew to hard, a place that was home to grandpa and grandma and was cool to talk about to friends (not many had grandparents like me).  Grandpa taking us to church then to the grocery store to ‘taste the grapes’ and buy a toy (all six of us grandkids), we had so many things that would ‘grow’ in water (I think it turned out that way because they were the cheapest item, we didn’t know better).  He and Grandma built us a tepee in the front yard and had a camp fire for us.  Our Christmas presents came from their hands, hand crafted in love. It was always a new and exciting adventure.

I have been blessed to grow-up and have thirty-five years with a man that brought so much diversity and ‘education’ into my life.  We love you Mr. Bill McClintock (dad, grandpa, pappy, brother, uncle, pastor and friend)…and you will be greatly missed.

ERM

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