My deepest thank you to Zina Bee for sponsoring my step-father's memorial. Only a very special person would do this for someone they have never met.
And thank you to all the wonderful people who left flowers for Mont on this memorial. You cannot know how much they mean to me.
James Monford Lyle, "Mont", was my step-father. He married my mother, Martha K. Threet in 1957. He and my mother dated for 8 years before they finally got married. His love for my mother was demonstrated in the trip he made from Marietta, GA to Chattanooga, TN for 8 long years, every weekend without interruption, to see her. He could not marry her because he was legally separated but not divorced, from his first wife. He had two children, Faythya and Jenny, with her and none with my mother. When they married, they had to wait a full year before moving to Marietta, where he worked for Lockheed, because she had to find another job with the government before they could afford to move. Even then, the move was hard and we wound up living in a rental house that was sold out from under us three months after we moved. Since we had to move in short order, they bought a house that Mont always said he had to be sober to find - not that he drank, because he didn't. But, that was what he always said about their cookie-cutter house. Finally, in 1965, they bought 65 acres of land in Powder Springs, GA and each made a 20 mile or so trek everyday to Lockheed (Mother also worked there for the Air Force). But, the friends that came to see them on that farm, worked by the neighbors, of all people, were numerous and all welcomed with open arms!! It was 65 acres of land that flooded every summer and the only high ground was tilled by their friend up the road. They entertained in a tiny little house that my mother always said tested her stability when she got up every morning because the floors were so uneven. But the friends and neighbors came, near and far away in Marietta, just to see them. He was so loved by her and his friends.
They eventually moved to Chattanooga, TN, where they had first met in 1948 (I was 4 and remember the night he showed up at the door). This time they bought another 65 acres on the top of a mountain in Sale Creek, TN. And, of course, they entertained and the friends still came from near and far away Marietta to see them. Then, sadly, their dream was cut short by my mother's illness and he, who loved her so much, followed just four years later after she died in 1976.
One of the folks who visited this memorial left flowers in the form of a fish jumping out of the water. This reminded me of the many fishing trips my folks took. They were bass fishermen and only used artificial lures. Mont acquired a metal lathe from Lockheed surplus and he turned many of their lures on that lathe (how he did it I don't know but he did). There was very little he couldn't make in that little shop under our house in Marietta (the cookie cutter house) but once he moved to the farm, and later to the house in Sale Creek, he really set up shop. The 'shop' was bigger than the house!!
He was my hero and although not my biological father, he was still my dad.
I invite my sisters to add to this memorial, as he loved them very much.
And thank you to all the wonderful people who left flowers for Mont on this memorial. You cannot know how much they mean to me.
James Monford Lyle, "Mont", was my step-father. He married my mother, Martha K. Threet in 1957. He and my mother dated for 8 years before they finally got married. His love for my mother was demonstrated in the trip he made from Marietta, GA to Chattanooga, TN for 8 long years, every weekend without interruption, to see her. He could not marry her because he was legally separated but not divorced, from his first wife. He had two children, Faythya and Jenny, with her and none with my mother. When they married, they had to wait a full year before moving to Marietta, where he worked for Lockheed, because she had to find another job with the government before they could afford to move. Even then, the move was hard and we wound up living in a rental house that was sold out from under us three months after we moved. Since we had to move in short order, they bought a house that Mont always said he had to be sober to find - not that he drank, because he didn't. But, that was what he always said about their cookie-cutter house. Finally, in 1965, they bought 65 acres of land in Powder Springs, GA and each made a 20 mile or so trek everyday to Lockheed (Mother also worked there for the Air Force). But, the friends that came to see them on that farm, worked by the neighbors, of all people, were numerous and all welcomed with open arms!! It was 65 acres of land that flooded every summer and the only high ground was tilled by their friend up the road. They entertained in a tiny little house that my mother always said tested her stability when she got up every morning because the floors were so uneven. But the friends and neighbors came, near and far away in Marietta, just to see them. He was so loved by her and his friends.
They eventually moved to Chattanooga, TN, where they had first met in 1948 (I was 4 and remember the night he showed up at the door). This time they bought another 65 acres on the top of a mountain in Sale Creek, TN. And, of course, they entertained and the friends still came from near and far away Marietta to see them. Then, sadly, their dream was cut short by my mother's illness and he, who loved her so much, followed just four years later after she died in 1976.
One of the folks who visited this memorial left flowers in the form of a fish jumping out of the water. This reminded me of the many fishing trips my folks took. They were bass fishermen and only used artificial lures. Mont acquired a metal lathe from Lockheed surplus and he turned many of their lures on that lathe (how he did it I don't know but he did). There was very little he couldn't make in that little shop under our house in Marietta (the cookie cutter house) but once he moved to the farm, and later to the house in Sale Creek, he really set up shop. The 'shop' was bigger than the house!!
He was my hero and although not my biological father, he was still my dad.
I invite my sisters to add to this memorial, as he loved them very much.
My deepest thank you to Zina Bee for sponsoring my step-father's memorial. Only a very special person would do this for someone they have never met.
And thank you to all the wonderful people who left flowers for Mont on this memorial. You cannot know how much they mean to me.
James Monford Lyle, "Mont", was my step-father. He married my mother, Martha K. Threet in 1957. He and my mother dated for 8 years before they finally got married. His love for my mother was demonstrated in the trip he made from Marietta, GA to Chattanooga, TN for 8 long years, every weekend without interruption, to see her. He could not marry her because he was legally separated but not divorced, from his first wife. He had two children, Faythya and Jenny, with her and none with my mother. When they married, they had to wait a full year before moving to Marietta, where he worked for Lockheed, because she had to find another job with the government before they could afford to move. Even then, the move was hard and we wound up living in a rental house that was sold out from under us three months after we moved. Since we had to move in short order, they bought a house that Mont always said he had to be sober to find - not that he drank, because he didn't. But, that was what he always said about their cookie-cutter house. Finally, in 1965, they bought 65 acres of land in Powder Springs, GA and each made a 20 mile or so trek everyday to Lockheed (Mother also worked there for the Air Force). But, the friends that came to see them on that farm, worked by the neighbors, of all people, were numerous and all welcomed with open arms!! It was 65 acres of land that flooded every summer and the only high ground was tilled by their friend up the road. They entertained in a tiny little house that my mother always said tested her stability when she got up every morning because the floors were so uneven. But the friends and neighbors came, near and far away in Marietta, just to see them. He was so loved by her and his friends.
They eventually moved to Chattanooga, TN, where they had first met in 1948 (I was 4 and remember the night he showed up at the door). This time they bought another 65 acres on the top of a mountain in Sale Creek, TN. And, of course, they entertained and the friends still came from near and far away Marietta to see them. Then, sadly, their dream was cut short by my mother's illness and he, who loved her so much, followed just four years later after she died in 1976.
One of the folks who visited this memorial left flowers in the form of a fish jumping out of the water. This reminded me of the many fishing trips my folks took. They were bass fishermen and only used artificial lures. Mont acquired a metal lathe from Lockheed surplus and he turned many of their lures on that lathe (how he did it I don't know but he did). There was very little he couldn't make in that little shop under our house in Marietta (the cookie cutter house) but once he moved to the farm, and later to the house in Sale Creek, he really set up shop. The 'shop' was bigger than the house!!
He was my hero and although not my biological father, he was still my dad.
I invite my sisters to add to this memorial, as he loved them very much.
And thank you to all the wonderful people who left flowers for Mont on this memorial. You cannot know how much they mean to me.
James Monford Lyle, "Mont", was my step-father. He married my mother, Martha K. Threet in 1957. He and my mother dated for 8 years before they finally got married. His love for my mother was demonstrated in the trip he made from Marietta, GA to Chattanooga, TN for 8 long years, every weekend without interruption, to see her. He could not marry her because he was legally separated but not divorced, from his first wife. He had two children, Faythya and Jenny, with her and none with my mother. When they married, they had to wait a full year before moving to Marietta, where he worked for Lockheed, because she had to find another job with the government before they could afford to move. Even then, the move was hard and we wound up living in a rental house that was sold out from under us three months after we moved. Since we had to move in short order, they bought a house that Mont always said he had to be sober to find - not that he drank, because he didn't. But, that was what he always said about their cookie-cutter house. Finally, in 1965, they bought 65 acres of land in Powder Springs, GA and each made a 20 mile or so trek everyday to Lockheed (Mother also worked there for the Air Force). But, the friends that came to see them on that farm, worked by the neighbors, of all people, were numerous and all welcomed with open arms!! It was 65 acres of land that flooded every summer and the only high ground was tilled by their friend up the road. They entertained in a tiny little house that my mother always said tested her stability when she got up every morning because the floors were so uneven. But the friends and neighbors came, near and far away in Marietta, just to see them. He was so loved by her and his friends.
They eventually moved to Chattanooga, TN, where they had first met in 1948 (I was 4 and remember the night he showed up at the door). This time they bought another 65 acres on the top of a mountain in Sale Creek, TN. And, of course, they entertained and the friends still came from near and far away Marietta to see them. Then, sadly, their dream was cut short by my mother's illness and he, who loved her so much, followed just four years later after she died in 1976.
One of the folks who visited this memorial left flowers in the form of a fish jumping out of the water. This reminded me of the many fishing trips my folks took. They were bass fishermen and only used artificial lures. Mont acquired a metal lathe from Lockheed surplus and he turned many of their lures on that lathe (how he did it I don't know but he did). There was very little he couldn't make in that little shop under our house in Marietta (the cookie cutter house) but once he moved to the farm, and later to the house in Sale Creek, he really set up shop. The 'shop' was bigger than the house!!
He was my hero and although not my biological father, he was still my dad.
I invite my sisters to add to this memorial, as he loved them very much.
