In Memoriam: Floyd Orlando Lamb

Floyd Orlando Lamb

Floyd Orlando Lamb

1/14/1913 – 10/7/1952

God said, “Honor your father and mother” that your days may be long in the land which the Lord your God gives you.

And the ancient Egyptians believed that so long as a person’s name was uttered, that person lived.

So while I still yet can, I would like to place my father’s name “In Memoriam” so that readers may know of him and speak the name Floyd “Nubbins” Lamb, who died under a corn picker on Oct. 7, 1952, on his 160-acre farm near Haven, leaving a widow and two sons, ages 10 and 15.

A young man of 39 at the time, a husband, father and friend, he went through difficult times during the Depression to become a highly successful farmer and salesman for Archer Oil.

He loved to sing, to dance, to hunt, to fish, to farm, to joke, to spend time with his family, to live life to its fullest.

He loved to ride horses, and bought horses for his sons. He loved his family and friends and was loved by all in return.

He never was heard to argue, fight or use harsh words or language with our mother.

He taught me to be hardworking and honest, to respect and support friends and neighbors, to serve my community and country to the best of my abilities, to do right by others and to try to be a good father.

He fought in no wars, but he was a hero to me and left his mark on me. In his own way, he made the world a little better.

He left us all too soon with no chance to say goodbye but has always been in my thoughts and prayers and always will be as long as I live.

God grant that I might be remembered as fondly by my children and grandchildren.

I thank again the 75 neighbors who finished bringing in the corn and the 500 people who attended Floyd’s funeral in Chelsea on Oct. 10, 1952. Their support and sympathy helped sustain us in a difficult time. Like Floyd, they and their deeds are not forgotten.

Floyd rests in National Cemetery, Vining. His grave is near the exit on the west side of the road, shaded by the tall, beautiful spruce trees that line the road through the cemetery.

Honor your father and mother while you can. We do not always get to say goodbye properly.

– Dennis Lamb