Anna Kutchler Williams
Only two people called me this name, Tommy/Tinker, and how my Father and Mother nicked-named me this.
"Tommy/Tinker" was exclusively done by my Father and Mother.
Sometimes when I'm alone or just walking about, I would love to hear their voice calling Tommy/Tinker! Again.
And how I would come running to fall into their arms, feeling very happy. My goodness, what a lovely feeling of true friendship, enjoyment, peace, and safety that was. Could it be possible for heaven to feel that way too?
My Wife called me, Tommy, and friends said. Tinker. You call me Thomas Williams. But I'm wondering about those two people who have passed and called me "Tommy/Tinker," maybe, just maybe, that will be the first greeting I receive after I also cross over the River, frightened and alone..
They gave mne their very best, helping me learn about the right attitude I would need if I was to have a eaven chanch too. Telling me bed time storys like.
"Little By Blue."
"The little toy dog is covered with dust, But sturdy and stanch he stands; And the little toy soldier is red with rust, And his musket molds in his hands. Time was when the little toy dog was new And the soldier was passing fair, And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue Kissed them and put them there. "Now, don't you go till I come," he said, "And don't you make any noise!" So toddling off to his trundle-bed He dreamed of the pretty toys. And as he was dreaming, an angel song Awakened our Little Boy Blue,— Oh, the years are many, the years are long, But the little toy friends are true. Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand, Each in the same old place, Awaiting the touch of a little hand, The smile of a little face. And they wonder, as waiting these long years through, In the dust of that little chair, What has become of our Little Boy Blue Since he kissed them and put them there."
David R. Williams, 1926, LSU Cadet.
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