Dec 14-25 1944

14th
Walked with Snuffy to the ater carried the .32 A.F. revolver. Saw a hawk. Jumped a rabbit after almost stepping on him, no one fired.

19th
Went with Daddy to Timber Creek. Dad killed a squarel (wonded him) and while still in tree. I shot him in the head with M-63 22 Auto . Also hit and wounded an owl with the .22. This afternoon we went to hunt arrow heads up Sabine on other side of highway. The place is no good.

20th

Got 2 boxes of Reington Hi Speed .22 shells.

21st
Today I went to no.4 pool duck hunting. But after this year, sky won leader and a cold north wind blowing plenty of ducks and them flying too, but never in close enough. about to freeze to death. I foudn a boy with a fire and sat down by him and got warm. Jimmy Howard made some ducks fly with is .22. Wind was very cold and so strong it almost impossible to stay in it. A blizzard in the north is coming and the ducks are coming ahdead of it.

22nd
Fired on shot with .12 gague auto at 2 flying crows; no hit. I drove the car with hin 100 yards of them, got out, and shot at the two, when i fired, the other one left in the wrong direction. There were no ducks.

24th
Took airplaine ride, very foggy and rainey

25th
Warm, temp about 50, but foggy and rainey. Daddy and I drove down the terrell highway and i carried the m-63 auto. and shot at hawks. Mostly too far away,except one which flew just as the gun fired.
Ate christmas dinner at grandmotherss and sat aroudn rest of day.

Grandaddy

My grandfather passed away today. He was diagnosed with terminal stage 4 thoat cancer in April, was only given two weeks. I saw most of his life Grandaddy beat the odds on just about everything. He was suffering and while we all know it was for the best it and hes with God now...it still is painful.

Recently I have been reading my grandfather diaries from 1944, he was appox 17-18 years old and most of the stuff is mundane but some really gives an insite into his life, thoughts or feelings.

Everyday (or almost every day) I am going to post some inserts from his diary until the last one in 1947. Seems fitting, he wrote these to leave a record and now someone gets to read that record. People never truely die...for they live on in our hearts, memories and history. As long as you remeber them....they are always here.