Dear Sister,Leslie,Stacie and Jeremy
We are truly going to miss Jerry. All of the many memories that we have of him, we will cherish in our minds and hearts. He was the brother-in-law that anyone would love to have. He was always there to give me advice and help me out if he could. Ken hates we were unable to catch the big one from the boat, but we sure had a good time catching the sharks from the surf. I'm sure you already know how much your family means to us, and we will keep you and the kids in our constant Prayers, and ask for the comforting Peace that only God can give, and the assurace WE WILL see Jerry again.
Call on us anytime, for anything, we love you all.
God's Love and Ours forever,
Ken and Sheila
January 10, 2009 8:17
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Friday, January 2, 2009
A SPECIAL FRIEND!
What a joy to have friends like Jerry & Dar. You could always depend on them. Jerry had so may admirable qualities. Since we both suffer from "foot-in-mouth", we found it so refreshing to watch someone who did not. Jerry has always been loyal, truthful and a wonderful friend. We will so miss him. To Darlene and the children, we are available to you 24 hrs. a day. Our love and prayers are with you. God bless.
Floyd and Rita
Floyd and Rita
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Life Long Friend
I have known "Foxy" for all of my life. We grew up together in Stanley. Great guy! Loving family man and a very strong leader in our church. I will miss you "Foxy", but I'll see you on the other side.
My prayers go out for Darleen, Stacy, Leslie & Jeremy
My prayers go out for Darleen, Stacy, Leslie & Jeremy
Countless Memories by Charlie Rhyne
Foxy Webb
Foxy was one of the “good guys”…always, and I mean always, friendly, easy going and good natured. He was quick to give encouragement and always saw the positive side of every thing.
He was two years ahead of me in school so I selected, or adopted, or in some way fell in with him as one of my guides in the “rite of passage” that took place in Stanley when a male youth was going from the early teen years through high school. There are a number of funny things that happened in this part of our relationship that can not be shared because there is a code of silence necessary to protect the guilty…but it usually involved teenage behavior, cars, Saturday night and in one instance the historic Camp Meeting in Denver.
There are countless memories of Foxy as a “ball player”:
There were umpteen games of pickup basketball and “horse”, all over Stanley and Gaston County: we played in back yards, gyms, just anywhere we could find a hoop…Coach “Bear” Thompson would let us break into the school gym to play and practice (he could not give us permission to use the gym because of the liability issues of not having a school supervisor there; so he let us “break in” by leaving a certain door or window unlocked). The “break-ins” usually involved Foxy, Gene Miller, Clyde Smith and me…all of whom helped me with the “rite of passage” thing. I feel certain the Statue of Limitations will prevent any legal follow-up at this point.
On the occasion of one “break-in” Foxy or Clyde or Gene, one of the three (due to selective memory I just can’t remember which one) accidentally elbowed me in the head knocking me unconscious. When I came to they had dragged me outside the gym and were talking about dumping my body down by the creek.
Foxy was one of “Coach’s Boys” which meant that he liked to play ball and hang out at the gym or ball-field. That also meant that as you got older and progressed from Little League to Pony League you helped with the younger boys…managing the Scouts, Cowboys, Indians or Sox (the names of the Little League teams that meant so much to all of us as we grew up.) Coach Thompson always gave us a group picture with some words of encouragement written on the bottom. The photos that have survived are treasured by all that have one in their possession.
Foxy and I played a lot of pick-up football and basketball games in the neighborhood with “Bonehead” Richard, “Mousie” Armstrong, “Cranton” Gardner, “Cabbage” Carswell and with many others with less colorful nicknames. After the ball games we would play “set-back”, a card game that you don’t see much any more. The professional “set-back” games took place at Pete Rhyne’s Service Station that was located at the corner of Main Street and College Street. Foxy was one of the group of younger guys watching, learning and hoping someone would drop out so you would be asked to sit in for a hand or two.
There are wonderful memories of Foxy as a Blue Devil ball player: he was an end on the Stanley High school football team and won an award as Lineman of the Week for Gaston County High School Football. The sly Foxy Webb was one the stars on the 1959-1960 basketball team that included the outlandish Clyde Smith, “gunner” Gene Miller, steady Warren Lineberger and the combative Jerry Mac Abernathy. Foxy was always a team player with tremendous school spirit.
There are many other memories: one of my favorite was when Foxy helped me put a stick-shift in my beloved ’56 Ford. He had a friend who was a “shade-tree mechanic” so we used the friend’s yard, some where in Lincolnton County, to completely dismantle my transmission. After two or three hours, there were parts lying all over everywhere…. I wondered if I would ever be able to drive my car again; but Foxy with his great attitude, and after all it was my car that was being destroyed, never gave up; we persisted and got it together in working order of some degree. Later that evening I was in Gastonia at a red light when Foxy pulled up beside me in his green Mercury. Foxy was looking over and smiling at me as only he could with that sly grin…I gunned the engine as if I was taking off to race Foxy to the next light and he, always being a competitor, took off as fast as he could…and ran the red light. Looking foolish, he was stopped by a policeman, but Foxy got the last laugh as he got a warning and I received a ticket for loud mufflers.
I will always cherish Foxy as a dear friend and as one who meant so much to me in dealing with the angst that goes along with being a teenager.
Foxy, we’ll miss you.
Charlie Rhyne
Class of ‘62
Foxy was one of the “good guys”…always, and I mean always, friendly, easy going and good natured. He was quick to give encouragement and always saw the positive side of every thing.
He was two years ahead of me in school so I selected, or adopted, or in some way fell in with him as one of my guides in the “rite of passage” that took place in Stanley when a male youth was going from the early teen years through high school. There are a number of funny things that happened in this part of our relationship that can not be shared because there is a code of silence necessary to protect the guilty…but it usually involved teenage behavior, cars, Saturday night and in one instance the historic Camp Meeting in Denver.
There are countless memories of Foxy as a “ball player”:
There were umpteen games of pickup basketball and “horse”, all over Stanley and Gaston County: we played in back yards, gyms, just anywhere we could find a hoop…Coach “Bear” Thompson would let us break into the school gym to play and practice (he could not give us permission to use the gym because of the liability issues of not having a school supervisor there; so he let us “break in” by leaving a certain door or window unlocked). The “break-ins” usually involved Foxy, Gene Miller, Clyde Smith and me…all of whom helped me with the “rite of passage” thing. I feel certain the Statue of Limitations will prevent any legal follow-up at this point.
On the occasion of one “break-in” Foxy or Clyde or Gene, one of the three (due to selective memory I just can’t remember which one) accidentally elbowed me in the head knocking me unconscious. When I came to they had dragged me outside the gym and were talking about dumping my body down by the creek.
Foxy was one of “Coach’s Boys” which meant that he liked to play ball and hang out at the gym or ball-field. That also meant that as you got older and progressed from Little League to Pony League you helped with the younger boys…managing the Scouts, Cowboys, Indians or Sox (the names of the Little League teams that meant so much to all of us as we grew up.) Coach Thompson always gave us a group picture with some words of encouragement written on the bottom. The photos that have survived are treasured by all that have one in their possession.
Foxy and I played a lot of pick-up football and basketball games in the neighborhood with “Bonehead” Richard, “Mousie” Armstrong, “Cranton” Gardner, “Cabbage” Carswell and with many others with less colorful nicknames. After the ball games we would play “set-back”, a card game that you don’t see much any more. The professional “set-back” games took place at Pete Rhyne’s Service Station that was located at the corner of Main Street and College Street. Foxy was one of the group of younger guys watching, learning and hoping someone would drop out so you would be asked to sit in for a hand or two.
There are wonderful memories of Foxy as a Blue Devil ball player: he was an end on the Stanley High school football team and won an award as Lineman of the Week for Gaston County High School Football. The sly Foxy Webb was one the stars on the 1959-1960 basketball team that included the outlandish Clyde Smith, “gunner” Gene Miller, steady Warren Lineberger and the combative Jerry Mac Abernathy. Foxy was always a team player with tremendous school spirit.
There are many other memories: one of my favorite was when Foxy helped me put a stick-shift in my beloved ’56 Ford. He had a friend who was a “shade-tree mechanic” so we used the friend’s yard, some where in Lincolnton County, to completely dismantle my transmission. After two or three hours, there were parts lying all over everywhere…. I wondered if I would ever be able to drive my car again; but Foxy with his great attitude, and after all it was my car that was being destroyed, never gave up; we persisted and got it together in working order of some degree. Later that evening I was in Gastonia at a red light when Foxy pulled up beside me in his green Mercury. Foxy was looking over and smiling at me as only he could with that sly grin…I gunned the engine as if I was taking off to race Foxy to the next light and he, always being a competitor, took off as fast as he could…and ran the red light. Looking foolish, he was stopped by a policeman, but Foxy got the last laugh as he got a warning and I received a ticket for loud mufflers.
I will always cherish Foxy as a dear friend and as one who meant so much to me in dealing with the angst that goes along with being a teenager.
Foxy, we’ll miss you.
Charlie Rhyne
Class of ‘62
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