This collage covers the early life of my father. Curtis Cline enjoyed his parents, siblings and grandma Kline while growing up in a beautiful two-story home on the outskirts of Morehouse, Missouri. He excelled in in his school work, especially mathematics, and wanted to go to college but the Great Depression stopped that dream. He made All-State in Football and men who knew him from Morehouse High School, and Southeast Missouri said he could have played in the pros.
Curtis loved his wife, Marie, and their three children and was very faithful to God and the First Church of the Nazarene. He enjoyed teaching boys Sunday School class and stayed in touch with several of the boys after they graduated and left Sikeston. Curtis Cline was the Sunday School Superintendent for a few years too. Most of all, he loved working his mind and body. He also loved food. When he went somewhere with the family, often he took his bookkeeping with him because there was not enough time, he said, to get it done if we took time off to do leisurely things. I remember him leaving the house at dawn and returning after the sun went down. He was happiest when he was working or eating. He was also happy when he was with family. Often, he took his family with him when he drove one of the trucks to spread limestone, and to make collections. Our family enjoyed eating out at restaurants too and some weekends, several families from church took the Tiptonville (TN) Ferry from below Charleston, MO over to Tennessee to eat catfish. I enjoyed the ferry ride but I have never enjoyed fish or any food that comes out of the water. I enjoyed the hush puppies. I remember the restaurant in Tiptonville was on Kentucky Lake and most of the dining area was screened-in. Of course, back then there was no air-conditioning.
My father was an excellent role model. Every Wednesday, he came home at noon, went into the master bedroom, shut the door and prayed for one house. He also fasted lunch every Wednesday. Late in life, when he went to the nursing home in Sikeston, I received a call from the Director of the home complaining that he refused to each lunch on Wednesdays. They tried everything but he would not eat. They had to document it and could receive bad reviews from the State of Missouri if he did not eat. I laughed and told her that was part of his religious belief and practice. I had to send her a note in writing asking that he be excused from eating lunch on Wednesdays.
He had one speed, fast. He was funny, without trying to be, he was compassionate and had a temper now and then. Once the temper exploded, he forgot about what made him mad within minutes. He held no grudges and was honest as the day is long. I feel privileged to have been the daughter of Curtis H. Cline.
Next week, I will talk about his middle to late life.

