100 Years Ago Today

Doll Boy in about 1925 at about 16 years old.

100 years ago today, my grandfather, W.C. Saylors, was born in Paris, TX. My mother started calling him "Doll Boy" when she was 4 or 5 years old; no one is quite sure why. But Doll Boy stuck and that's what we all called him.

Doll Boy lighting the candles on my birthday cake in about 1971 or so

He died back in 1975, some 34 years ago. I can't believe he's been gone that long. I was his first grandson; like me, he had only daughters. I'm told he brought me a baseball glove and bat when I was still in the hospital, just after I was born. I'm beginning to understand the sentiment.

Doll Boy's foot marker in Sapulpa, OK.

I consider him to be among my "cloud of witnesses" and one day I'll see him again in Heaven, because he obtained the forgiveness of God by believing in and accepting Jesus has his Savior. I occasionally dream about my grandpa; not nearly often enough. I sure would like to go fishing with him, one more time...

Happy Birthday, Doll Boy. I miss you.