I grew up with Goodwin Rose, as one of my best friends. We both lived in West Decatur, and we both attended Central Methodist Church.
Actually Goodwin was at the church more than I, as his mother, Daisy Mae, insisted he be there every time the door was open.
We went to West Decatur Elementary along with Myra Johnson, Bobby Riddle, Guy French, Jimmy Don Jackson, Bobby Miller, Wayne Blizzard and Tad Black and we were always in the same classes. Goodwin was very smart, and made good grades, without having to study as much as I did.
When we got to high school, we both took Latin. We studied for the test at his house. I studied most of the night. Goodwin fell asleep on the sofa at 9:00. I made a D on the test, he made an A. He was smart!!
We played football in his front yard, played basketball at the Red Shield on Bank Street, and rabbit hunted in the corn field at the end of 7th Avenue, by my house. Goodwin was always happy and easy going.
Goodwin was a kind and good person in his early years. As we went on to Senior High, we did not see each other as often, and in college, I lost contact with him.
Goodwin was a diabetic. He inherited it from his father, Earl. He was living with his wife in Texas, and for some reason failed to take his medicine, and passed away about 8 years ago.
Boy, what a guy. Did not meet him till high school and he and Riddle and I had some more times together. If you never met his mom, Daily Mae you really missed an experience. She straightened me out on several occasions and I'm still smarting from it. I used to go to Central Methodist also since I knew several there and their pastor seemed to have more tolerance with us roughty teenagers than mine did, so we would leave Central Baptist after Sunday school, go to the Steak HOuse get lemon ice box pie and then go to Central Methodist. The last time I saw him was at Daisy Mae's funeral. And you know he didn't even remember me. Never have figured that out. He died way too young.
Linda Clark (Boyd)
Written by Don ChurchI grew up with Goodwin Rose, as one of my best friends. We both lived in West Decatur, and we both attended Central Methodist Church.
Actually Goodwin was at the church more than I, as his mother, Daisy Mae, insisted he be there every time the door was open.
We went to West Decatur Elementary along with Myra Johnson, Bobby Riddle, Guy French, Jimmy Don Jackson, Bobby Miller, Wayne Blizzard and Tad Black and we were always in the same classes. Goodwin was very smart, and made good grades, without having to study as much as I did.
When we got to high school, we both took Latin. We studied for the test at his house. I studied most of the night. Goodwin fell asleep on the sofa at 9:00. I made a D on the test, he made an A. He was smart!!
We played football in his front yard, played basketball at the Red Shield on Bank Street, and rabbit hunted in the corn field at the end of 7th Avenue, by my house. Goodwin was always happy and easy going.
Goodwin was a kind and good person in his early years. As we went on to Senior High, we did not see each other as often, and in college, I lost contact with him.
Goodwin was a diabetic. He inherited it from his father, Earl. He was living with his wife in Texas, and for some reason failed to take his medicine, and passed away about 8 years ago.
I will always remember the good times we had.
Eddie Tiller
Boy, what a guy. Did not meet him till high school and he and Riddle and I had some more times together. If you never met his mom, Daily Mae you really missed an experience. She straightened me out on several occasions and I'm still smarting from it. I used to go to Central Methodist also since I knew several there and their pastor seemed to have more tolerance with us roughty teenagers than mine did, so we would leave Central Baptist after Sunday school, go to the Steak HOuse get lemon ice box pie and then go to Central Methodist. The last time I saw him was at Daisy Mae's funeral. And you know he didn't even remember me. Never have figured that out. He died way too young.