Monday, March 26, 2012


Today I am remembering my father-in-law, Mr. Sam Allen Winget. This would have been his 94th birthday!

Dad was a beloved husband and father, and an amazing grandfather too. He built the house on our farm where he lived and worked with Mom for over fifty years. The same farm where Al and I built our house when we got married and still live today. He was known for his green thumb and had an amazing vegetable garden that fed his family and friends in all seasons. Dad loved his family, his community, and his church where he became an elder in 1943.

Our three children had very special relationships with their grandfather. Growing up next door to their grandparents was such a blessing. Dad was so involved in their lives, finding joy watching the boys play sports and Erin ride her horses. Leading by example, he taught them so many precious lessons about life.

A sweet moment captured. Dad holding Mac and Erin when they were babies. Mary Beth made the beautiful painting below from this photo!

We lost Dad the summer of 2006, but the memories of his life keep him close at all times. Part of him is everywhere on our farm and we still miss him dearly. Below is a blog entry that my daughter Erin wrote in 6/08. I hold it so dear and wanted to share it again with everyone today.

Dirt reminds me of who I am and where I come from. I grew up on a farm and my grandfather was famous for his garden. Out of the earth he could grow the most delectable things. I much preferred an evening spent plucking the treats from his apple trees to any dessert in a restaurant. He would grow a special spot of watermelons every summer just for me and I would turn up my nose at any corn other than his. His hands were stained with the red clay of North Carolina and his fingernails were always short and dark around the edges from the soil. He would till his plot for gardening and I can remember the smells and feeling of the fertile ground that would produce treasures to share with our neighbors and friends. It was a dirty job but it was magic to me. He welcomed me to learn from him and help him plant, weed, harvest and water. No job was a clean job and I knew that I would need a bath after helping my granddaddy but it was worth it.

Dirt reminds me that we're all the same. My grandfather showed me that being dirty is a part of life and I shouldn't be afraid of a job that I have to roll up my sleeves to do. Dirt is not a mark of shame. It is a sign of a hard day's work and not something to be looked down on. I believe that dirt unites us because there is no escaping it. It is in every city and town in some form and no matter how hard you try to rid your house or your body of it there will always be some there. I believe that instead of trying to figure out a way to make my life more sterile and clean I should embrace the messiness and enjoy the process.

Happy Birthday, Dad! We love and miss you!


pattisj said...

Wonderful memories. Thanks for sharing your daughter's blog post. We all need to work at helping the next generation "get it." My daughter had a nice surprise for me this past weekend. She gave me your songbird "grand adhesions." I took a picture of my 12x12 paper stacks and mat stacks (all yours)when I got home, and asked her if she knew she was feeding my addiction. :)

Kat said...

HI Susan what a lovely post. I so enjoy your bird art and stamps and calendars. I didn't even know I had ordered the cute 2 birds stamp and found out it was your design I was so delighted. You have a lovely family. Have a wonderful day!

kobe said...

wow, amazing, they look like very much