"> John Walter Vaughn's - Exhibit
Memories of Daddy Bob
Written by Grandchildren
Read by Emmet Pittman at R.H. Gayler's Funeral Service

I have a wonderful friend. He just happens to be my grandfather. His name is Daddy Bob. This is the only name I have known him by all my life. I will always remember my visits to Daddy Bob & Munga's home. Munga greets me at the door with a hug & hello. Daddy Bob is always in his chair awaiting a hug & big kiss. In later years I'm sure all of the gals have experienced one of his ornery kisses. He tries to quickly turn his head to scratch me with his whiskers. At times I win and am quicker, but most of the time he is to fast for me and I get the whiskers.

As a young child I remember having my ears chewed on till I thought I had no ears left. This was my favorite game of all!!! Running past his chair - a little to close - He would pull me between his legs & scrub my head then proceed to chew on my ears until saying the magic word - Calf Rope!!!! I was then safe till the next time I ventured a little too close to Daddy Bob & his chair.

I also have fond memories of the ranch at Trinidad. I love the swing there underneath the big tree, not to mention the tree house built in the big tree. Daddy Bob would lift me into the tree house to play then rescue me when I couldn't get down.
I probably had some of the wildest pickup rides ever with Daddy Bob at the ranch. He loved to haul the whole family in the back of the pickup & go places even a 4 -wheel drive couldn't go up in the mountains. I have looked down the side of many a cliff from the back of the pickup. I always thought he enjoyed trying to scare us some on those ventures, even though deep dawn I knew we were safe,

I can remember learning to ride a horse. Daddy Bob could always tell me something to help me improve my technique. He always encouraged me to learn & strive for improvement not only with riding a horse, but with everything I did in life. These were such joyous lessons!!

I will always think the best water I have ever tasted is water fresh from a windmill, It is always best when you get that water by being held in Daddy Bob's arms while reaching in to drink.

I think that Daddy Bob especially loved to see his grandchildren all together at Christmas time; I remember we would get all dressed up for the occasion. Daddy Bob would say with a twinkle in his eyes and pride in his voice, "Look at my girls and look at you fellas," He was proud of each and every one of us.

No matter haw busy Daddy Bob was working, he always had time for me-for any reason. He was always ornery from my first memories to the last. But one thing is for certain---I have never lacked for love from my Daddy Bob,

(Emmet went on to say the following)

The Gaylers always asked us to their Christmas parties.
The Gaylers thought this poem appropriate and was used at their Golden Wedding Anniversary.

Golden Wedding

This is no fallow field through which we travel,
No barren plain made waste by nature's rust;
This is no grass less plain where sand and gravel
Are trod upon and ground to atom dust.

This is, instead, the fertile field of living,
Where you and I have scattered precious seed;
Where we have raised affection, and our giving,
One to the other, what our spirits need.

Our grain is out---the loam of life, mellow,
A kindly sun, beaming from above;
We've reaped abundant years of ripened yellow,
For crops are rich when two have planted love.

William W. Pratt