Floyd “Flip” Evans
March 24, 1930
Today would be my dad’s 81st birthday. My dad passed away on March 18, 1979, after not waking up from a surgical procedure in which a local anesthetic could have, and should have been used.
He was almost 49 years old. However, I think he went to be with my mother, Marie, who had passed away in 1972 at the young age of 40. They are together. I miss and love them both.
My dad was the oldest of eight kids back during the depression. I am not able to imagine how difficult it was for them. He was a good dad and I’ll never forget him.
My dad had five kids, four boys and me, the only girl and the youngest. When we were kids we cried and laughed a lot because of our dad.
My favorite story is one year when we were going deer hunting.
My mother had everything ready to load up and move out when my dad got home from work.
My dad came in the house and looked around and asked: “where’s Max”. We said: “Who” We didn’t know what he was talking about. Again he asked: “where’s Max”, Now we were really starting to think he slipped a bolt and didn’t know what he was talking about. Dad said: “Is Max over there in Les’ cabin?” WHO? We didn’t have a kid named, “Max” or a dog named “Max” and we didn’t know anyone named “Max” that my dad would be asking about. We laughed out loud, and asked who’s “Max” The more we laughed, the madder he got and asked: “Where’s Max”. My mother finally had to say what in the hell are you talking about? Dad said: I’m talking about my ax., “WHERE’S MY AX”
Oh my gosh, I haven’t laughed so hard in my life. To this day, my brothers and I still talk and laugh about this. If dad were still here, he would be saying: “KISS MASS”.
Happy Birthday Daddy, where ever you are. Give Mom, Flint and Chris a hug and kiss.
Don’t forget to keep the lights on for the rest of us.