Henry Fountain, Sr. was my grandfather on my mother’s side. He was married to Shirley Fountain, and survived by seven children. There are so many grandkids that I can’t name them all.
All the grandkids called him Paw-Paw. He was a quiet man, content to work in his garden, go hunting, or putter around with his dogs.
He worked for Blossman Oil for most of his life, and was devoted to the company. In fact, when he retired he got bored and went back to work. He would always wake up at 4 in the morning, even on weekends. His image in my mind is always, ALWAYS, wearing his Blossman Oil Co. uniform.
If he wasn’t at work, he was at home perched in his recliner, watching the Discovery Channel. If anyone changed the channel, he’d very quietly but firmly say, “I was watching that”.
He was a devout man who attended church every Sunday, and spent a lot of time helping people out there, and helping do construction work on the church.
As long as I can remember, my Paw-Paw was bald. In fact, when I was born there was a picture of me in a newspaper with him, and we’re both bald. We call it The Fountain Curse: You’re either bald when you’re born, or you’re bald when you die.
He also lost his teeth early on…I very rarely saw him with false teeth in. It was disconcerting to see him with his teeth in, after always seeing him without.
His favorite candy was orange circus peanuts.
He died of cancer in 1996. He was diagnosed with lung cancer in early 1995 and by August of 1996, he was gone. Even though I had lost both grandparents on my father’s side when I was little, this was the death that affected me the most.
I wish I had a picture or something to show you, but all of them are in a box in my closet, and they haven’t been scanned yet.
There are so many other things that I could tell you. This is just the tip of the iceberg. Feel free to mention him on your website, or anywhere else. Thank you for riding in this, and for doing your part to help the foundation.
Grandfathers are the best. I was lucky to know both of mine and have terrific memories of them both. I’m honored to ride the LIVESTRONG for yours, Karen.