William Joseph Anderson
March 6, 1993 - November 30, 1999
 
Image created by Terri Hall at
Terri's Treasures

 

Nanny looks on as Mr. William gets a hair cut.

Mr. William getting ready to show his friend how to hop.

     

Mr. William and his sister Courtney, first day of
school, 1999.

 

Mr. William at the North Carolina State Zoo.

     
 

Mr. William and Kristie and Tweetsy Railroad

 

Mr. William, Chris, Katie, Sam I Am and Kristie

     
 

L-R:  Katie, Mr. William and Chris.

 

Mr. William and Katie.

     
 

Mr. William holding his best friend.

 

Mr. William goes to Ole Meego.

     
 

Mr. William pushes his car.

 

Mr. William and his wings of gold at
Gene and Tammy's wedding.


 

Mr. William loved baseball and
would have been a great player.

 

A very special thank you for this beautiful
and thoughtful gift from Mandy at 
Mandy's Christian Website
and 
Peggy at Peg's Place


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                        I have a lot of ideas, but that is all they would be if I did not have
                       Cathy Knudtson to bring them to life. There are no words to say
                     how much I think of her, or what she means to me and my
                     family. One thing I do know, she was sent by God.  All I can say is,
           Thank you Cathy.

            Joe (Papaw) Anderson
 


This painting is about some of the things Mr. William loved with all 
his heart windmills, the river (he loved to fish) old wooden bridges, 
a blue sky, a white shirt, khaki pants, white shoes and his dog Freddy

Painting by William Vance Nichols
of North Wilkesboro, North Carolina

There are some things that a boy needs, it's written up above.
A big old mangy hound dog and a PawPaw that's to love.
He needs some fish and tackle and a straw hat on his head.
He needs no more than jelly spread across some bread.

He doesn't require a lot, simple things are what he needs,
Like running barefoot through the rain and playing hide-n-seek.
He needs his mom to do his clothes and make sure that he's clean.
And maybe throw a grandma in to sew up old torn jeans.

He needs some time after meals so his teeth he'll floss.
And he absolutely has to have some big old rocks to toss.
He needs a favorite cousin, perhaps one or even two;
Someone to keep him company whenever he feels blue.

He needs some grass to run on and to play a game of ball.
He needs some trees to shade him; and a place to all.
He needs some clouds above him all puffy white as snow,
And someone he can depend on no matter where he goes.

These are the things a boy needs and should have every day.
A boy should never, ever have to go away.
But if God calls him and asks him to come on home,
He needs to know that no matter what he's never alone.

This is what a boy needs to carry in his heart;
To know that no matter how far he roams
He and PawPaw will never part.

Written for Mr. William 
by Kathalise Martin

Thank you Terri for this wonderful image of Mr. Rogers and
Mr. William

Angels

High in the heavens
A loud rush of wings,
As angels assemble
Before their Great King

He stands tall before them
And holds out His hand,
"Go, do My bidding
Throughout all the land."

"Protect all My people,
Defend right from wrong.
In tall pine trees whistle
My praise all day long."

"The forces of evil
Defeat with My might-
And kiss every child
On the forehead tonight."

So quickly they scatter,
These creatures of light,
To do heaven's bidding
And bring earth delight.

Mary Lou Carney

 

My Bouquet of Flowers

When looking at my lovely bouquet
of friendship's faces.
Picked from so many,
wonderful and different places.

It suddenly came bursting,
with such delight.
How each one made up,
a most beautiful sight.

Though it has taken my life-time,
to add each one.
I know that still yet,
my task is not done.

For I shall continue to gather,
along life's pathway.
More radiant faces,
that I shall display.

But dear FRIEND!

This I want you to know.
It will be your flower,
the first that I show.

Thanks for all the memories,
both of laughter and tears.
They will always be with me,
throughout the coming years.

Martha D. Manley

A True Angel

Once upon a time there was a child ready to be born.  The child asked God, "They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow, but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?"  God replied, "Among the many angels, I chose one.  Your angel will be waiting for you and will take care of you."

The child further inquired, "But tell me, here in heaven I don't have to do anything but sing and smile to be happy."  God said, "Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you everyday.  And you will feel you angel's love and be very happy."

Again the child asked, "And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me if I don't know the language?"  God said, Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak."

"And what am I doing to do when I want to talk to you?"  God said, "Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray."

"I've heard that on Earth there are bad men.  Who will protect me?"  God said, "Your angel will defend you even if it means risking it's life."

"But I will always be said because I will not see you anymore."  God said, "Your angel will always talk to you about me and will teach you the way to come back to me, even though I will always be next to you."

At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from Earth could be heard and the child hurriedly asked, "God, if I am to leave now, please tell me my angel's name."  "Her name is not important.  You will simply call her "Mom".

                                                                                                                     Author Unknown

 

 

Remember Me....

As the wind stirs the leaves...
Remember Me.
As the evening sunset cast its rosy glow...
Remember Me.
As you smell the earth after a fresh, spring rain...
Remember Me.
As you hear the sound of a child's laughter...
Remember Me.
As the warm summer sunshine caresses your skin...
Remember Me.
As the first winter snow flake falls to the ground...
Remember Me.
As the smell of spring flowers tantalize your senses...
Remember Me.
As you are wakened in the morning by the song of a bird...
Remember Me.
As the days gently east, one into another...
Remember Me.
As you greet a smile on a friendly face...
Remember Me.
As you walk through life...
Remember Me For I shall
Remember You.

Libby Graham

 

When Somebody Dies

When somebody dies, a cloud turns into and angel,
and flies up to tell God
to put another flower on a pillow.
A bird gives the message back to the world,
and sings a silent prayer,
that makes the rain cry.
People disappear, but they never
really go away,
The spirits up there put the sun to bed,
wake up grass, and spin the
earth in dizzy circles.
Sometimes you can see them
dancing in a cloud during the day-time,
when they're supposed to be sleeping.
They paint the rainbows and also the
sunsets and makes waves splash and
tug at the tide.
They toss shooting stars and listen
to wishes.
And when they sing wind-songs, they whisper to us,
don't miss me too much.
The view is nice and I'm doing just fine.

Ashley

 

This photo is very special, it was made
after Tammy (Mr. William's Mother)
married Gene Bullis on April 29, 2001.
I had Mr. William added to the photo
by a friend of mine.  I know Mr. William
was not there in body, but I know he
was there.

Mr. William The Singing Cowboy

The photo was made by Mr. William
for his Papaw.  
He loved his Papaw with all his
heart

Mr. William at his
Great Aunt Mary Johnson's

Mr. William - Christmas 1995

 

If Tomorrow Never Comes..

If I knew it would be the last time
That I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in tighter
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.

If I knew it would be the last time
that I see you walk out the door
I would give you a hug and kiss
and call you back for one more.

If I knew it would be the last time
I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word,
so I could play them back day after day.

If I knew it would be the last time,
I could spare an extra minute or two
to stop and say love you,
instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.

If I knew it would be the last time
I would be there to share your day,
well I'm sure you'll have so many more
so I can let just this one slip away.

For surely there's always tomorrow
to make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance
to make everything right.

There will always be another day
to say our, "I love you's,"
And certainly there's another chance
to say our, "Anything I can do's?"

But just in case I might be wrong,
and today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you
and I hope we never forget.

Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance
you get to hold your loved one tight.

So if you're waiting for tomorrow,
why not do it today?

                                                                                                         Author Unknown

 

Mr. William and his Mommy

Hey Papaw!  I am at White Lake
having fun!  See you soon.
Summer of 1999

Mr. William
The Singing Cowboy #2

"You Are My Sunshine,
My Only Sunshine,
You Make Me Happy
When Skies Are Grey"

Mr. William and Barney

"I Love You,
You Love Me,
We're A Happy Family,
Won't You Say You Love Me Too"

Mr. William and Katie

William had a special place in his heart
for Katie.  She always defended him
when the kids in school were making
fun of Mr. William for not having
any hair

 

Mr. William and his beloved dog
Freddy, who we believe is in heaven
today with Mr. William
The cowboy outfit Mr. William is
wearing belonged to his Dad
when he was a boy, he had put it
away to save for his son one day.

Mr. William as I picture him today.  In
Heaven sitting in the shade of the
evergreen tree.  No one knows how
much I miss him.

 

Mr. William was forever calling me on
phone.  "Papaw, I want to come to
your house."  When he called he told
Nanny, "Nanny, I want to talk to my
Papaw". She would ask how he was,
how Mommy was, how Mary was,
but he got tired of all the asking him
things other than what he wanted.
He told Nanny, "Nanny, what I say
the first time is what I mean, I want
to talk to my Papaw!!"
In this photo he was 14 months
old pretending to talk to me on the
phone.

This poem I found, I changed some of
the words around to make it sound
like it came from Mr. William in Heaven.
Once he had made the comment to me
that Jesus was his special friend.  
When I read the poem it just popped back into my mind.  
Click on the image to see the 
full screen version.

Click on the image
to read a memory from
Mr. William's Aunt Missy

Mr. William with his
cousin Kristi

A Poem From Mr. William's
Cousin Kristi to
Mr. William in Heaven

"Dear Little William
From Kristi Anderson

This is a poem for you
I know you always want to be a superhero
Your up in heaven now

I know you always want to be a superhero
From Kristi Anderson
to Little William"

A special memory of
Mr. William from
his Papaw and Nanny

 

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happy memory that you have.

 

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