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Cries
by Edward Hatfield - 1996
There are the cries of the tiny infant in protest against the wet or hunger or pain. There
are the cries of the toddler when you say "No" or he hurts his knee and calls your name.
There are the cries of the adolescent or preteen when they can"t go to a PJ party or have
ice cream. There are the cries of the teen caught in the war of what she wants to do and
you say "No!" and you"re mean. And the silent cries of the young man smitten with the girl
who loves the hero of the game. Then he sobs quietly in his room alone, and every love
song ends with her name.
There are the cries of the young man off to war, courageous up front where it shows to
all, Yet, inside in his mind and body he cries with sorrow, with loss, he stands tall.
There"s the sorrow of mom and dad when son or daughter goes off to wed. And though they
know it"s time in the scheme, they cry with joy and sorrow and loss and dread.
There are the cries of the family and friends when a loved one passes to a final place; And
the cries of those who lose a pet and feel the loss with sorrow on the face.
There are the cries when a goal is lost or met, and cries when hearing music or kids at
play. Then loudly ring the cries of joy and praise, when the war is won and thanks are
given when we pray.
Yes, there are cries of pain, joy, sorrow, and grief that touches the heart and soul.
There are cries that are low and loud, and cries that are short and some are long. Most of
us would soon agree that of all the cries and all the sadness that crowds our day, The
most hurtful, lasting, devastating cries are the ones we know when love goes away.
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Biography (1996)
Retired FAA 12-86. Retired USAFR 9-91. Moved to Hot springs AR 1-87. Not working -
got Real Estate license - don"t want to sell. I do a little volunter work - little
fishing - little yard work - some napping -in rehab/recreation program. I"m doing my
share of keeping hospitals and doctors afloat. I have 2 children, 1 each: boy and
girl, 6 grandchildren, 2 girls, 4 boys. Assuming I am up and about I will attend all
planned events and an impromptu Bull Session.
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Memories of Edward
Other memories I have of Edward include his catching a touchdown pass that I threw to
him against Mineral Springs our Jr. year and him catching the ball and running
head-on into the goal post but holding onto the ball; we won the game 7-6. It was
just Stamps" second win after losing three straight. We went on to win five games in
a row, giving our team a winning record in only our second season of play, propelling
us to an undefeated regular season as seniors and into the State Playoffs. My
admiration for Edward can be summed up by saying that he was a decent, clean cut,
hard-working person and if I were in a fight I would choose him to be on my side.
Bill Kuykendall
2001
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I can think of only two incidents, both showing Ed"s toughness when we were young.
The first was when we were sophomores; he was the only starter (football) in our
class. He started at guard. During the year he cracked a couple of ribs and as I
recall he never missed a game. George (Doherty) taped him up real good and he played
with those cracked ribs. Now that is tough! I" ve never known a ballplayer to do
that, ever. Incident number two happened in boot camp. He stepped off the firing
range with the bolt closed on his M-1rifle. A sadistice D.I (drill instructor) made
him open the bolt with his nose!. That was quite a feat.
U.B. Bond
2001
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Bud and I were twelve years apart. When he was in high school, I was still a small
child who was so impressed by my big brother who was so handsome, funny and good to
me. I thought he was the best football player in the world. I learned to play the
Marine Corps Hymn on the piano so I could play it for him when he returned from
overseas.
After Bud graduated from college, married, and started his family, we saw each other
only when we were both home at Mom and Dad"s. This continued until his retirement
and subsequent move to Hot Springs.
When he moved to Hot Springs, a rare opportunity occurred for both of us. We had the
chance in our later years to really know each other on a daily basis. Not many
people have this opportunity. I am so glad we took full advantage of this second
chance. Bud became more than just my brother - he became my friend, my advisor, and
my partner in taking care of our mother in her declining years. We shared common
loves and hates. We loved the outdoors, the mountains, the lakes, the eagles, the
wildlife, and our dogs. We would talk for hours on the phone about politics,
injustices, and anything else that was current or concerned us. He would write
letters to politicians protesting many injustices.
We were both amazed sometimes at how similar our feelings and opinions were about
world events - you would think we were related! We shared the good times in his last
years as well as some of the "not so good times."
He was a people person and could talk with anyone. He also collected any and all
types of things - junk would be a better word. I told him that surely in a former
life he must have been a "junk man/peddler" with a wagon. He loved to garage sale and
came home with "bargains" that he knew he was going to use someday. His collection
of bargains was truly amazing to me.
Bud loved his classmates and had such good memories of his days with all of you at
Stamps High. He always looked forward to the reunion. Of all four of us, he had the
best memories of his time in high school and his friends in Stamps.
The world lost an extraordinary person when Bud died. He was not a saint and
perfect. In fact, my brother was one of the most stubborn, opinionated and difficult
people I have ever met. I told him this many times. However, he was also kind,
considerate, loving and sensitive with the heart of a poet.
I miss him today and will miss him tomorrow. I still catch myself saying, "I have to
tell Brother about this," and then I realize I can"t. I celebrate my brother"s life
when I see an eagle in flight, a sunset on the lake, or a hummingbird above a flower.
Kaye Hatfield Louis (sister)
2001
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