ForeverMissed

This memorial website was created in the memory of my mother's maternal grandfather, Hiram Woody Boatright who was born on February 19, 1864 and passed away on June 26, 1957. We will remember him with pride and pleasure forever.

His obituary as published in the Carrollton paper: Rev. Hiram W. Boatright, age 93 veteran Baptist minister died Wednesday morning at the home of his daughter, Mrs. Gordon Ball, on Carrollton, Route No.1 following an extended illness.

Rev Boatright was born in Carroll County, February 19, 1864 the son of James A. Boatright and Mary C. Bell Boatright.  He was a member of the Cross Plains Baptist Church where he joined in 1886.  He was ordained as a Baptist minister in March 1911 and had served churches in this area for 46 years.  Rev Boatright was the oldest member of the Good Samaritan Association.

On December 24, 1884 he was married to Miss Mary Sarah Chance who died January 4, 1946.  Six children preceded Hiram in death; a son, Earlie, who died June 7, 1955 and five who died in infancy.

Surviving are: four daughters; Mrs. J. S. Gibson of Cullman, Al., Mrs. E. L. Barnes of Macon, GA,  Mrs. Gordon Ball of Carrollton, GA and Mrs Wayne Otwell of Villa Rica, GA; a son Herman Boatright of Cedartown, GA; 21 grandchildren; 51 great grandchildren; 5 step great great grandchildren.  

Funeral services will be held Thursday, June 27th at 3:30 pm from the Cross Plains Baptist Church with Rev Irvine Phillips officiating, assisted by Rev Kirby Bryan, Rev. O. M. Hale, Rev Noble Hendrix and Rev Clinton Campbell.

Music will be rendered by the church choir under the direction of Mr. and Mrs. Ceryl Williams.  Pall bearers will be Homer Boatright, Donald Boatright, Bobby Boatright, Darrel Boatright, Howell Ball, Herbert Reese and Claude Reese.

Interment will be in the church cemetery with Martin and Hightower Funeral Home of Carrollton in charge of arrangements.

Posted by Tina Johnson on February 19, 2014
Happy 150th Birthday Grandpa Boatright!
Posted by William Chance on February 19, 2014
150 they tell me. I think of you often and am pleased that you have been spared the shameful condition of the USA. After I see Jesus I want to see you. May be soon.
Posted by Chris Lewis on February 19, 2014
Hey there up in Heaven, Happy Birthday Hiram Boatright, glad you're there and not here. The times have been 'a changing and I don't think you'd like what you see, except for family that is. Anyhow you were one amazing man to have produced the grandson you have in Dan Chance. they don't make them like him anymore either.Sigh.
Posted by Chris Lewis on June 26, 2013
Another year has passed, so very quickly. Gone but not forgotten. God Bless.
Posted by William Chance on June 26, 2013
I hope to see you when this is over.
Posted by William Chance on February 19, 2013
Oh how I miss the days of my youth, many of them spent in your presence. I'd tell you more of my regrets but this is a "party line".
Posted by Chris Lewis on July 28, 2012
So very generous of you to share the rich history of your family and days gone by. I can feel the heat of the sun beating upon my head; taste the dust in my mouth from the old dirt road and see rural America through your eyes.Thank you and God Bless.
Posted by Chris Lewis on June 26, 2012
You've been in Heaven for 55 years today but you are still remembered and your legacy lives on in incredible people.
Posted by William Chance on June 26, 2012
Oh how I miss you. Ask Jesus to give me clear guidance and to deal kindly with me.
Posted by Chris Lewis on February 19, 2012
Happy Birthday to an awesome man who will never be forgotten because he left this world with incredible people, especially Dan Chance.
Posted by Chris Lewis on November 9, 2010
Thank you for blessing this country with so many wonderful people. You will never be forgotten.
Posted by Tina Johnson on October 13, 2010
I love this and it is such a wonderful tribute to my great-grandfather. It has blessed my soul and it makes me feel connected to a man that I never knew. I'm the 3rd daughter of Bobby Boatright who is also Hiram's grandson and I've heard my daddy tell me stories of him all my life especially the one about "move your finger bro Boatright". Thank you Dan.
Posted by Chris Lewis on September 30, 2010
What a beautiful thing to do. I love it.

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Posted by Tina Johnson on February 19, 2014
Happy 150th Birthday Grandpa Boatright!
Posted by William Chance on February 19, 2014
150 they tell me. I think of you often and am pleased that you have been spared the shameful condition of the USA. After I see Jesus I want to see you. May be soon.
Posted by Chris Lewis on February 19, 2014
Hey there up in Heaven, Happy Birthday Hiram Boatright, glad you're there and not here. The times have been 'a changing and I don't think you'd like what you see, except for family that is. Anyhow you were one amazing man to have produced the grandson you have in Dan Chance. they don't make them like him anymore either.Sigh.
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Great grandchild?

Shared by William Chance on July 17, 2012

Thanks to Tina, Bobby's daughter, for this photo.  OK Tina.  When was it taken?  Where were they? Tell us about the Dukes.

Kinship shows

Shared by William Chance on July 17, 2012

Thanks to Tina, Bobby's daughter, for this photo.  OK Tina.  When was it taken?  Where were they?  Was Bobby on leave?  Anything you can tell us about the circumstances.

Small, wonderful world

Shared by William Chance on February 19, 2012

There's the house on the left (note how close it is to the road), the corn crib in the middle and the barn on the right.  The fields that surrounded the farm always contained corn in my memory but I think they had a few crops of cotton during my mother's youth.  This is not Hiram's place.  It was his daughter (Lola's) place but he could look down on it pretty much as the camera does in this photo and he died in that house in the bedroom on this end.

As a very young lad I was never bored cause I could climb the horse apple tree (that was just this side of the driveway and the house) or the chinaberry tree just about 15 feet behind the well house.  I have since learned that Chinaberry trees have VERY weak wood and I was lucky that the limbs didn't break.  Sometimes I spend some time playing with the bench-and-pedestal grinding wheel that Gordon and Howell used to keep their plow's, axes, hoes and knives sharp.

The grinding wheel was just outside the corn crib on the right of the crib in this photo.  The crib had a shelter to it's right for a buggy.  The outhouse though humble was essential and stood about 40-50 feet beyond the crib from this angle.   When I was very young, preschooler maybe, my uncle tried to scare me by dragging a stick over the boards of the outhouse and poking at me through the holes to convince me that the Devil was gonna git me.  Yeah we were country hicks... but we didn't know what it was to hate anybody or to want to steal what they had.

The barn was a great place to play cause it had a "hay loft" where you could day dream laying on a pile of hay or act like an idiot jumping out of the loft.  It never occured to us that we could hurt ourselves ... and we didn't.  The animals must have gotten bored in their stalls though cause sometime they would gnaw (that's country for chew) on the exposed wood when they ran out of feed.

Livestock had to be cared for so once a day they had to be let out of the barn and then rounded up for the night.  It wasn't too hard to convince them to go back to the barn cause they knew they'd be fed and watered... and the feed had molasses in it.  One year when I was somewhere around 12 to 14 a sawmill did some cutting on the land to the right which was where Gordon and Grandma's pasture was - right behind the barn, and they paid me to take care of their Percheron (HUGE SAWMILL HORSE) making sure he was fed and watered every day.  

Ah.. precious memories like hog killing day with the smell of a wood fire under the scalding pot, and practicing shooting with my new 410 shotgun right behind the house with Daddy, Howell and Gordon.  (The hog pen was between the house and the outhouse.)

It's all been torn down now and the road is paved but in my mind I can still see the iron filings hanging from my magnet when I lift it from the sand in the ditch beside the road.