Samuel Barnard, 89

Samuel Barnard 89, of Bogata passed away February 18, 2011.       Funeral Services are scheduled for Monday, February 21, 2011 at 2:00 pm in the First United Methodist Church of Bogata with Reverend Carol Sparks Officiating.  Burial will follow in Bogata Cemetery with Rob Black-Dunigan, Clancy Dunigan, Kerry Duniga, Larry Cotton, Dave Harper and Jeff Vaughan serving as pallbearers.

He was born November 2, 1921, 7 miles South of Cuthand, a son of Margaret Harper and George Barnard.  He was preceded in death by his parents and a brother, Billy Barnard  Survivors include his wife of 67 years, Ann Clifton, a daughter, Pamela Vaughan and husband, James of Clarksville; two grandchildren, Jennifer Vaughan of Tyler, Chris Vaughan and wife Michele and one great granddaughter, Madison of Bogata; a twin sister, Sally Baldwin of Fort Worth; one niece and 4 nephews.

He graduated from Talco High School in 1941, then entered the United States Navy serving during World War II.  He was a member of the First United Methodist Church of Bogata,  the Rosalie Masonic Lodge # 527, the Bogata Rodeo Association, and was a rancher most of his life.    His hobbies included golf, fishing, working in his shop and helping others.

“Just Folks”

Here is my best
To Sam and Ann.
She’s a beautiful lady
He’s a heck of a man.
A friend dropped by
Late one day.
He was long on want
But short on pay.
He had this thing
He wanted to build.
So he brought it to Sam,
A man with much skill.
I would like this finished
In a week or two.
Ann said, “Don’t worry,
Sam will do it for you.”
He worked and worked
And would never complain.
He had hay on the ground
And it looked like rain.
The rains did come
And the hay was lost.
“Son-of-a-gun,” cried Sam,
I will finish this at any cost.
His cows got sick,
And some of them died.
But he finished the job,
His heart full of pride.
The friend came by
In his luxury car,
Admired the project
From afar.
Said “Sam, I appreciate
Your effort and time
So I bought you this
Bottle of sweet red wine,”
Sam thought of his cows
And his hay all gone.
Said “Open the bottle
I don’t want to drink alone.”
– Bobby Dickey

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