When did you meet Mickey?
2005
Where did you meet him?
Jasper, Georgia
Memory of Mickey
Reading all of the stories about Mickey makes me wish we had known him longer. “Don and I are so sorry for your loss.” Those words can’t begin to express the reality of how we feel, but they are the words we have. Mickey enriched our lives in many ways – mostly just by BEING Mickey but also by sharing his time and talents with us. He volunteered to “fix” the Mountain Steward’s web page, which turned into over a decade of “fixing” it. He introduced us to Bob Wells when he insisted that Bob come up and learn about the marker trees. That led to Mickey, Bob, Don and I traveling around Georgia, Arkansas, and Missouri filming those trees. Don and Bob would hike off into the wilderness and Mickey and I would wait by the car. Our conversations while waiting allowed me to began to see a bit of the amazing man everyone knew he was. Mountain Stewards would not be the Mountain Stewards of today without all of Mickey’s contributions.
The second story I want to share is short. Because of Mickey – who said to Don “Do not pass go! Go to the hospital now.” I still have a husband. I know Don was near death after 13 solid days and nights of horrible hiccups after he returned home from having his appendix removed. Mickey came up to the house (about a 14 mile trip), prescribed some medication, drove into town to pick it up and then drove back up the mountain to deliver it. It took several times and a couple of days before Mickey found the medication that worked. And, Mickey just kept driving up and down the mountain until Don quit hiccuping. (I should probably mention here that I had a broken leg and could not drive) Mickey’s concern, compassion, caring (and words that other have already used) were evident in our lives and, I believe, in the lives of everyone he met.
Goodnight Mickey, we shall remember you with love and miss you greatly.
