Taken from Winnie Jo's blog.....Without her knowledge...

Fleta posted yesterday about the heat in July 1954 in Arkansas. It made me remember a story on Winnie Jo's blog. This was one of her first posts when she started her blog in '06. I had just read it the other day, again. This time I saved it in my docs. I found this interesting since it was another month before I was born..... Winnie Jo sure is old..LOL Here is her post. I am sure all of you Sister's had forgotten it also....

July 15, 1954
My records all show that this is the day Grandpa died. I still have so many memories of the days leading up to July 15th. I think we were there at least a week before his passing. I remember sitting with Grandpa by his bedside in their bedroom, putting cool towels on his head and Aunt Thelma and Uncle Floyd giving him shots to keep him comfortable.
I remember Daddy comforting Mom, she was so distraught and because she really thought after we arrived that he would get better and make it through this spell - she soon came to the realization that he wasn't going to battle to get better in her opinion.
I am pleased that my parents allowed me to go through the stages with Grandpa and that I was allowed to go to the funeral. I remember there being a lot of discussion about me going over to stay with Gene and Valence, but I told my parents I really wanted to attend Grandpa's funeral.
The day of the funeral was probably the hottest day I remember in my life - there hadn't been rain in weeks. I remember each car going at intervals down the lane and each taking the opposite direction because the dust from each car was enough to choke the one behind. There sure must have been a great deal of discussion about how we would all get to Sunny Lane, because it sure is a vivid memory.
I truly remember the church being packed and we all had paper fans - the tears seemed to turn into mud on our faces. However, the most powerful part of the whole day is that I remember truly hearing the promise that Melton was now in Heaven - my young heart really did calm and rejoice. I learned that you can have great sorrow and rejoice that Grandpa wasn't suffering anymore and that he was in a better place. What a lesson for a 12 year old to hear and understand.