|I visited Maricopa. My sister and I stopped by to see "Daddy's Tree".|
|~~ memorial plaque at Maricopa Community Church ~~|
Charles came from wonderful stock! His parents Fannie Lillian Daugherty and James Rogers Myers were beautiful, intelligent and educated. My own son and daughter will be 4th generation college graduates, with hope and prayer, and when it is all said and done. J. R., his father, was a pharmacist. I have always thought it would be awesome if we could have some young person carry on that profession. Family out there, do we have anyone in the field, or do we have any takers?
He never gave up the fight throughout life. He was a small man. But, that didn't stop him from becoming a World War II Marine; one of the few and proud. He was a Golden Gloves boxer (to this day, I don't get it... :) ) He was as tough as they come. He had the fire for perseverance and endurance. He taught his two daughters (one prissy and one not so prissy) how to persevere and endure. In the summer time, the living wasn't always so easy, with Coach Myers for a dad! He would make us run to the school, do pull-ups on the bar. I would do my best to silently whine, thinking, "Daddy, we are not your team! Why are you making us do this??? It's summer! We should be watching 'One Life to Live' or 'Dark Shadows' instead of being involved in this type of physical torture!"
He kept on coaching and teaching, right up until the end, when he could no longer fight against his killer, cancer.
|Charles Robert Myers, circa 1942|