Charles Marvin Clapp.
Born, lived and died on Clapp Farms Rd.
Eighty-eight years old.
Lived an exemplary life as a successful farmer.
Married to the love of his life, Sylvia Fryar, for nigh on 40 years
Until her untimely death 20 years ago.
Raised two very fine sons, Alan and Andy, both of whom were close to him especially in these later years as they spent more time together.
Marvin never remarried, although all the widow ladies of the church were lined up and down the road bearing casseroles and maybe an offer he couldn’t refuse.
But refuse he did and he spent those remaining 20 years working the farm with his brother, nephew, son and grandsons.
Marvin lived to see all five of his grandchildren through college and they were his pride and joy. He adored each of them equally, including the girls even though they couldn’t farm.
In addition to his family, Marvin loved his Ford trucks, his John Deere equipment, Old Timer pocket knives and chewing tobacco. His favorite sports teams were any team that his children and grandchildren participated in and of course, the Atlanta Braves.
He loved cats and dogs equally; but he was particularly partial to his last dog, Trixie.
Marvin was an incredibly smart but very uncomplicated man. He was a man of very few words but when he did speak, it was always profound.
Words such as “Hey”.
Or “Thank You”.
Or “Fine, you?”
Or “Bring me a Pepsi and a pack of Nabs.”
And my personal favorite, “I love you too.”
After Sylvia’s passing, no one was sure how Marvin would eat. Once the casseroles dried up, he was fortunate enough to get a home-cooked meal for dinner every night from daughter-in-law Lisa, and a yummy breakfast every morning of pineapple coconut cake, lovingly made weekly by daughter-in-law Amy. And if he was running low, he would absolutely let Amy know.
Marvin was fair and generous to all his loved ones and he suffered a number of losses in his later years including his wife, two sisters, a brother-in-law, several cousins and a host of longtime true friends.
It’s very difficult to think of Clapp Farms Rd. without Marvin residing and working there. This is a tremendous loss to the family but all are grateful that his aching body has been renewed and that he is reunited with his beloved Sylvia.
We all come into this world in the same way, and clutching a round trip ticket. We don’t get to know when God will see fit to redeem that ticket but Marvin loved his God, our Father, and he was ready to go. That does bring some degree of comfort to the family and we are eternally grateful for having known and loved him.
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Aloha, Amy — This is very sweet, Amy. Love,Bill www.billworthbooks.com