WALKER, DAN “DANNY” H.- Danny passed away Monday, February 1, 2021, after an intense battle with cancer.
My husband and Josh's father will be missed in our lives more than we can guess, but he is now out of pain and talking hunting, fishing, and cars in heaven.
Dan started working for his Dad (Norman) in high school, this carried him in his life ending with a store of his own.
Many of you will remember his tales of hunting and fishing. The bucks got bigger and the fish were huge and fought hard. He was so proud when he got to teach his son new skills.
The following is something Danny wrote months ago for you to enjoy.
Always thought dying was supposed to be more about living so here goes.
I am Dan Hall Walker. Born 6-4-45 in Roswell at St. Mary's Hospital. Norman and Maxine Walker were my parents. Both have preceded me in death. Per my wishes I have been cremated and no services will be held.
Surviving me are my wife of 37 years, Ann, and son Joshua (Jayne). Sister Kay Peterson (Gene), and their children Pam (Billy) Horner and Mark (Nancy) Peterson plus three grandchildren and one great grandchild. Anne's sister Carol Brookins, kids Chuck and Debra Zeman. And lifetime friend Jim Raby.
Growing up in the 50's was very idealistic. We didn't expect entertainment to be provided, we provided our own.
No locked doors on vehicles or in homes. No 7-11 so if Mom was short something while cooking she would just go next door to borrow it and leave a note.
Mom used to cut up chicken, chop eggs and spread mayo on our sandwiches on the same cutting board using the same knife, but we didn't get food poisoning. Our school sandwiches were wrapped in wax paper and put in a paper bag (no ice) but we didn't get E. coli.
I thought I was supposed to accomplish something before I could be proud of myself. We played King of the Hill. If we got hurt, we got mercurochrome on the spot. No trip to emergency room. No suit to sue the contractor for leaving a horrible vicious pile of gravel.
Love to all of us who shared this era and to all that didn't sorry for what you missed.
No time on earth is long enough to share with those we love or to prepare our hearts for goodbye.
Spread the rabbit ears as far as they go.
Good night David
Good night Chet