The death of a Man is a severance to the legacy of what once was. A moment of time where life offered the path less traveled and freedom was abundant. We've bared this loss within our lives with men whom we've embraced as leaders. Sadly, this temporary life and its short interlude of time only brings our premonitions closer to fruition.
You could say we grew up in humble beginnings. Simple food in a small home with just enough room to fit the family. Our father Terry was a Steel and Iron man and made his keep as a welder for the Railroad. His father Roy flew crop dusters, repaired airplanes and also worked for the railroad. Roys father was a blacksmith in a small town in Tennessee. He often would help neighboring farms fabricate and repair their tools. With no money but a whole lot of heart these men would show us the true virtue of man and instill the desire to one day be as they were and are.
Our father is intense, period. He is and was always filled with an energy that we've yet to see from anyone. With natural desire and ingenuity he could build and fix the unimaginable with little to no money. A master in the art of fabrication he would go on to build cars, motorcycles, homes and buildings for industry. His great artistry is expressed by painting cars and murals on chopper tanks. He carries more titles than we have ever seen a man have and he does it with little encouragement and even less support. A simple man with freakish skill used as a tool for societies progress. Often misunderstood but never under estimated Terry carried a unique torch. Typically charged with oxygen and acetylene but none the less a torch. His mentality taught us to be useful with our hands and stern in our beliefs. He taught us to be confident in all walks of life and strong in times of adversity. Terry is pillar that stands as it always has. Never to stray nor buckle and always to be there when you need it. We owe it all to this man
Our Grandfather was a mountain of a man. Standing 6'7” we considered him the mighty oak. Roy was as humble as they came and never embellished his stature for power or vanity . He was a man who lived life encompassed by “better to give than receive”. A helping hand to all who asked with zero expectations of compensation. He like our father believed in repairing things himself rather than buying new. This was a man who pulled his own teeth and replaced them with ones he carved out of wood. He was an amazing pilot and was held to a high esteem by his piers. A true servant to his community he would go on to retire and preach in a small church for the last 35 years of his life. Born in the Tennessee valley he would find refuge in hunting and exploring the outdoors. He would go on to teach his family to love and respect nature as he did. At 80 years of age he would sit in his wheel chair till dark in the middle of Chequamegan national forest knowing that this chapter of his life would soon come to a close. That next year he would pass away peacefully in his home resting on his favorite chair. Roy will be missed and always remembered for the greatness he shared. He taught us pure love and devotion to our beliefs and our families. Roy was the richest man we've ever known.
Man Made is in its building phase and encourages new ideas from people of like interest. In the coming months we will be in search of strong contributors to help with many different aspects of the organization. We also would love members to write us about your upbringings. Stories of the men who handed you off the torch of manhood. We would love to hear why you gravitated to Man Made's cause. We know you're out there.
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