Dewey Clyde Barkley was first married to my Aunt, Iona Mae Threet. They were married for 42 years. Her name was left out of the obituary that was printed in the Florence newspaper when he died. I don't know why this was, but I have my suspicions. Therefore, I wish to try to correct that omission in this forum.
They married on November 24, 1923 and are buried together in Florence Cemetery, next to my aunt's cousins, Alva Threet and his son, Alva, Jr., who died on the beaches of Normandy, in 1944, at the age of 19.
My Aunt Mae and Uncle Clyde had no children, but, they were 2nd parents to me. I have included some memories of my visits in her Find A Grave memorial if the reader is inclined to read them.
The following obit was taken from the paper and lists his wife of only 7 months as his widow. Out of respect for him, I will leave it. My thanks to the person who posted it on Find-A-Grave, as I did not have a copy of it. I also appreciate the time and effort taken to list his parents and siblings, as they, too, were not entered by me. Having entered memorials (all of 3!) and entered links, etc. I know it is thankless work and my hat is off to Anquestor for entering his memorial and for transferring it to me. I didn't even ask for the transfer and I appreciate it so very much. Another contributor entered my aunt's memorial and I was unable to make any updates to it so I created another one. Find a Grave transferred my bio to the first contributor's memorial but I still cannot make any changes to it. So, anything I want to say about my aunt and uncle, I have to say on this memorial. I would like to add to her memorial, but I cannot because the Find a Grave contributor who owns the memorial has turned off all edits for the memorial.
This is his obituary:
Dewey Clyde Barkley, 69, 902 Sannoner Ave., died today at the residence.
He was a native of Wayne County, Tenn., had lived in Florence 30 years. He was a charter member and Deacon at Highland Baptist Church, a member of the Florence Masonic Lodge, and was the retired owner of Barkley Air Conditioning and Heating Co.
Funeral services will be held Sunday at 3 p.m. at Highland Baptist Church with Rev. Jodie Gamble officiating. Burial will follow in Florence Cemetery, Morrison-Elkins of Florence directing. The body will remain at the funeral home until one hour prior to the service when it will be placed in the church.
He is survived by the widow, Mrs. Edith T. Barkley; a brother, Carter Barkley, Florence.
Bearers will be Allen Lovelace, Billy Kelley, Raymond Sitter, Edgar Young, Guy Hamilton, E. G. Dorris, Tom McDougal, Ottie Stansell.
End of Obituary.
The obituary lists his membership as the Highland Baptist church. He was a member of the 1st Baptist church of Florence for all the years he was married to my aunt. I would say he gave the air conditioning system to the 1st Baptist Church but I don't know that to be a fact. I do know that if he didn't give it to them, he sold it to the church at his cost. He was a very devout man and would not lean over to pick up a piece of trash on the Lord's Day. I also know that to be a fact. I remember the Sunday he asked me to remind him on Monday to trim the little tree he was growing in his front yard. He certainly would never have made money on work he did for the church. He kept that church's air conditioning and heating running free of charge as long as he was a member. I don't know why he changed churches but I'm posting a photo of the sign of the 1st Baptist church, since that is the church I visited every Sunday when I visited them. It is the church I remember. It hasn't changed much on the outside, but the inside has been remodeled. But, then, the last time I was there was when my aunt died in 1969. I still am saddened that I was unable to attend his funeral.
My uncle was a builder. He was a very hard worker and could not envision himself not working. Every day when he came home from work, he would go back to work. After spending the day under the houses of other people, he came home to spend the late afternoons and evenings under his own - first building their two bedroom, 1 bath brick home with garage, and later, adding an addition that he could rent out to make a little more money. This was in the late 50's and early 60's when people didn't need to have so many bathrooms. But, his bathroom was all tile - and he put every tile on the wall, inside the tub/shower and on the floor, himself. This man never stopped working. I remember that tile - it was green and so very pretty. It wasn't the everyday tile you see in most houses. It was special. That's all I remember about it.
My aunt was very sick most of her life and I'm pretty sure she had no insurance. They had to pay her bills from their own pocket. It didn't stop him from providing the best of care when she was dying. So, he built the addition to their house and rented it out. It was a two bedroom apartment. I was never in it but my mother said it was just as nice as the interior of his own house.
Uncle Clyde had his special chair. It was a dark brown leather with matching ottoman. Every night after dinner (left overs from the mid-day meal), he sat in that chair, read the paper and smoked a cigar. If I smell a cigar today, it reminds me of Uncle Clyde.
And, I guess you can tell I still love him.
They married on November 24, 1923 and are buried together in Florence Cemetery, next to my aunt's cousins, Alva Threet and his son, Alva, Jr., who died on the beaches of Normandy, in 1944, at the age of 19.
My Aunt Mae and Uncle Clyde had no children, but, they were 2nd parents to me. I have included some memories of my visits in her Find A Grave memorial if the reader is inclined to read them.
The following obit was taken from the paper and lists his wife of only 7 months as his widow. Out of respect for him, I will leave it. My thanks to the person who posted it on Find-A-Grave, as I did not have a copy of it. I also appreciate the time and effort taken to list his parents and siblings, as they, too, were not entered by me. Having entered memorials (all of 3!) and entered links, etc. I know it is thankless work and my hat is off to Anquestor for entering his memorial and for transferring it to me. I didn't even ask for the transfer and I appreciate it so very much. Another contributor entered my aunt's memorial and I was unable to make any updates to it so I created another one. Find a Grave transferred my bio to the first contributor's memorial but I still cannot make any changes to it. So, anything I want to say about my aunt and uncle, I have to say on this memorial. I would like to add to her memorial, but I cannot because the Find a Grave contributor who owns the memorial has turned off all edits for the memorial.
This is his obituary:
Dewey Clyde Barkley, 69, 902 Sannoner Ave., died today at the residence.
He was a native of Wayne County, Tenn., had lived in Florence 30 years. He was a charter member and Deacon at Highland Baptist Church, a member of the Florence Masonic Lodge, and was the retired owner of Barkley Air Conditioning and Heating Co.
Funeral services will be held Sunday at 3 p.m. at Highland Baptist Church with Rev. Jodie Gamble officiating. Burial will follow in Florence Cemetery, Morrison-Elkins of Florence directing. The body will remain at the funeral home until one hour prior to the service when it will be placed in the church.
He is survived by the widow, Mrs. Edith T. Barkley; a brother, Carter Barkley, Florence.
Bearers will be Allen Lovelace, Billy Kelley, Raymond Sitter, Edgar Young, Guy Hamilton, E. G. Dorris, Tom McDougal, Ottie Stansell.
End of Obituary.
The obituary lists his membership as the Highland Baptist church. He was a member of the 1st Baptist church of Florence for all the years he was married to my aunt. I would say he gave the air conditioning system to the 1st Baptist Church but I don't know that to be a fact. I do know that if he didn't give it to them, he sold it to the church at his cost. He was a very devout man and would not lean over to pick up a piece of trash on the Lord's Day. I also know that to be a fact. I remember the Sunday he asked me to remind him on Monday to trim the little tree he was growing in his front yard. He certainly would never have made money on work he did for the church. He kept that church's air conditioning and heating running free of charge as long as he was a member. I don't know why he changed churches but I'm posting a photo of the sign of the 1st Baptist church, since that is the church I visited every Sunday when I visited them. It is the church I remember. It hasn't changed much on the outside, but the inside has been remodeled. But, then, the last time I was there was when my aunt died in 1969. I still am saddened that I was unable to attend his funeral.
My uncle was a builder. He was a very hard worker and could not envision himself not working. Every day when he came home from work, he would go back to work. After spending the day under the houses of other people, he came home to spend the late afternoons and evenings under his own - first building their two bedroom, 1 bath brick home with garage, and later, adding an addition that he could rent out to make a little more money. This was in the late 50's and early 60's when people didn't need to have so many bathrooms. But, his bathroom was all tile - and he put every tile on the wall, inside the tub/shower and on the floor, himself. This man never stopped working. I remember that tile - it was green and so very pretty. It wasn't the everyday tile you see in most houses. It was special. That's all I remember about it.
My aunt was very sick most of her life and I'm pretty sure she had no insurance. They had to pay her bills from their own pocket. It didn't stop him from providing the best of care when she was dying. So, he built the addition to their house and rented it out. It was a two bedroom apartment. I was never in it but my mother said it was just as nice as the interior of his own house.
Uncle Clyde had his special chair. It was a dark brown leather with matching ottoman. Every night after dinner (left overs from the mid-day meal), he sat in that chair, read the paper and smoked a cigar. If I smell a cigar today, it reminds me of Uncle Clyde.
And, I guess you can tell I still love him.
Dewey Clyde Barkley was first married to my Aunt, Iona Mae Threet. They were married for 42 years. Her name was left out of the obituary that was printed in the Florence newspaper when he died. I don't know why this was, but I have my suspicions. Therefore, I wish to try to correct that omission in this forum.
They married on November 24, 1923 and are buried together in Florence Cemetery, next to my aunt's cousins, Alva Threet and his son, Alva, Jr., who died on the beaches of Normandy, in 1944, at the age of 19.
My Aunt Mae and Uncle Clyde had no children, but, they were 2nd parents to me. I have included some memories of my visits in her Find A Grave memorial if the reader is inclined to read them.
The following obit was taken from the paper and lists his wife of only 7 months as his widow. Out of respect for him, I will leave it. My thanks to the person who posted it on Find-A-Grave, as I did not have a copy of it. I also appreciate the time and effort taken to list his parents and siblings, as they, too, were not entered by me. Having entered memorials (all of 3!) and entered links, etc. I know it is thankless work and my hat is off to Anquestor for entering his memorial and for transferring it to me. I didn't even ask for the transfer and I appreciate it so very much. Another contributor entered my aunt's memorial and I was unable to make any updates to it so I created another one. Find a Grave transferred my bio to the first contributor's memorial but I still cannot make any changes to it. So, anything I want to say about my aunt and uncle, I have to say on this memorial. I would like to add to her memorial, but I cannot because the Find a Grave contributor who owns the memorial has turned off all edits for the memorial.
This is his obituary:
Dewey Clyde Barkley, 69, 902 Sannoner Ave., died today at the residence.
He was a native of Wayne County, Tenn., had lived in Florence 30 years. He was a charter member and Deacon at Highland Baptist Church, a member of the Florence Masonic Lodge, and was the retired owner of Barkley Air Conditioning and Heating Co.
Funeral services will be held Sunday at 3 p.m. at Highland Baptist Church with Rev. Jodie Gamble officiating. Burial will follow in Florence Cemetery, Morrison-Elkins of Florence directing. The body will remain at the funeral home until one hour prior to the service when it will be placed in the church.
He is survived by the widow, Mrs. Edith T. Barkley; a brother, Carter Barkley, Florence.
Bearers will be Allen Lovelace, Billy Kelley, Raymond Sitter, Edgar Young, Guy Hamilton, E. G. Dorris, Tom McDougal, Ottie Stansell.
End of Obituary.
The obituary lists his membership as the Highland Baptist church. He was a member of the 1st Baptist church of Florence for all the years he was married to my aunt. I would say he gave the air conditioning system to the 1st Baptist Church but I don't know that to be a fact. I do know that if he didn't give it to them, he sold it to the church at his cost. He was a very devout man and would not lean over to pick up a piece of trash on the Lord's Day. I also know that to be a fact. I remember the Sunday he asked me to remind him on Monday to trim the little tree he was growing in his front yard. He certainly would never have made money on work he did for the church. He kept that church's air conditioning and heating running free of charge as long as he was a member. I don't know why he changed churches but I'm posting a photo of the sign of the 1st Baptist church, since that is the church I visited every Sunday when I visited them. It is the church I remember. It hasn't changed much on the outside, but the inside has been remodeled. But, then, the last time I was there was when my aunt died in 1969. I still am saddened that I was unable to attend his funeral.
My uncle was a builder. He was a very hard worker and could not envision himself not working. Every day when he came home from work, he would go back to work. After spending the day under the houses of other people, he came home to spend the late afternoons and evenings under his own - first building their two bedroom, 1 bath brick home with garage, and later, adding an addition that he could rent out to make a little more money. This was in the late 50's and early 60's when people didn't need to have so many bathrooms. But, his bathroom was all tile - and he put every tile on the wall, inside the tub/shower and on the floor, himself. This man never stopped working. I remember that tile - it was green and so very pretty. It wasn't the everyday tile you see in most houses. It was special. That's all I remember about it.
My aunt was very sick most of her life and I'm pretty sure she had no insurance. They had to pay her bills from their own pocket. It didn't stop him from providing the best of care when she was dying. So, he built the addition to their house and rented it out. It was a two bedroom apartment. I was never in it but my mother said it was just as nice as the interior of his own house.
Uncle Clyde had his special chair. It was a dark brown leather with matching ottoman. Every night after dinner (left overs from the mid-day meal), he sat in that chair, read the paper and smoked a cigar. If I smell a cigar today, it reminds me of Uncle Clyde.
And, I guess you can tell I still love him.
They married on November 24, 1923 and are buried together in Florence Cemetery, next to my aunt's cousins, Alva Threet and his son, Alva, Jr., who died on the beaches of Normandy, in 1944, at the age of 19.
My Aunt Mae and Uncle Clyde had no children, but, they were 2nd parents to me. I have included some memories of my visits in her Find A Grave memorial if the reader is inclined to read them.
The following obit was taken from the paper and lists his wife of only 7 months as his widow. Out of respect for him, I will leave it. My thanks to the person who posted it on Find-A-Grave, as I did not have a copy of it. I also appreciate the time and effort taken to list his parents and siblings, as they, too, were not entered by me. Having entered memorials (all of 3!) and entered links, etc. I know it is thankless work and my hat is off to Anquestor for entering his memorial and for transferring it to me. I didn't even ask for the transfer and I appreciate it so very much. Another contributor entered my aunt's memorial and I was unable to make any updates to it so I created another one. Find a Grave transferred my bio to the first contributor's memorial but I still cannot make any changes to it. So, anything I want to say about my aunt and uncle, I have to say on this memorial. I would like to add to her memorial, but I cannot because the Find a Grave contributor who owns the memorial has turned off all edits for the memorial.
This is his obituary:
Dewey Clyde Barkley, 69, 902 Sannoner Ave., died today at the residence.
He was a native of Wayne County, Tenn., had lived in Florence 30 years. He was a charter member and Deacon at Highland Baptist Church, a member of the Florence Masonic Lodge, and was the retired owner of Barkley Air Conditioning and Heating Co.
Funeral services will be held Sunday at 3 p.m. at Highland Baptist Church with Rev. Jodie Gamble officiating. Burial will follow in Florence Cemetery, Morrison-Elkins of Florence directing. The body will remain at the funeral home until one hour prior to the service when it will be placed in the church.
He is survived by the widow, Mrs. Edith T. Barkley; a brother, Carter Barkley, Florence.
Bearers will be Allen Lovelace, Billy Kelley, Raymond Sitter, Edgar Young, Guy Hamilton, E. G. Dorris, Tom McDougal, Ottie Stansell.
End of Obituary.
The obituary lists his membership as the Highland Baptist church. He was a member of the 1st Baptist church of Florence for all the years he was married to my aunt. I would say he gave the air conditioning system to the 1st Baptist Church but I don't know that to be a fact. I do know that if he didn't give it to them, he sold it to the church at his cost. He was a very devout man and would not lean over to pick up a piece of trash on the Lord's Day. I also know that to be a fact. I remember the Sunday he asked me to remind him on Monday to trim the little tree he was growing in his front yard. He certainly would never have made money on work he did for the church. He kept that church's air conditioning and heating running free of charge as long as he was a member. I don't know why he changed churches but I'm posting a photo of the sign of the 1st Baptist church, since that is the church I visited every Sunday when I visited them. It is the church I remember. It hasn't changed much on the outside, but the inside has been remodeled. But, then, the last time I was there was when my aunt died in 1969. I still am saddened that I was unable to attend his funeral.
My uncle was a builder. He was a very hard worker and could not envision himself not working. Every day when he came home from work, he would go back to work. After spending the day under the houses of other people, he came home to spend the late afternoons and evenings under his own - first building their two bedroom, 1 bath brick home with garage, and later, adding an addition that he could rent out to make a little more money. This was in the late 50's and early 60's when people didn't need to have so many bathrooms. But, his bathroom was all tile - and he put every tile on the wall, inside the tub/shower and on the floor, himself. This man never stopped working. I remember that tile - it was green and so very pretty. It wasn't the everyday tile you see in most houses. It was special. That's all I remember about it.
My aunt was very sick most of her life and I'm pretty sure she had no insurance. They had to pay her bills from their own pocket. It didn't stop him from providing the best of care when she was dying. So, he built the addition to their house and rented it out. It was a two bedroom apartment. I was never in it but my mother said it was just as nice as the interior of his own house.
Uncle Clyde had his special chair. It was a dark brown leather with matching ottoman. Every night after dinner (left overs from the mid-day meal), he sat in that chair, read the paper and smoked a cigar. If I smell a cigar today, it reminds me of Uncle Clyde.
And, I guess you can tell I still love him.
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