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On May 25th 2010 my dear dad lost his battle with Alzheimer's he was 84!
OTTUMWA ? Ergil Lee Hubbard, 84, of Sigourney, formerly of Ottumwa, died at 9:16 a.m. May 25, 2010, at home.

He was born March 31, 1926, in Douglas County, Mo., to James Enoch and Edna Canady Hubbard. He married Virginia Millsap March 9, 1951, in Sedalia, Mo. They later divorced but remained friends.

A veteran of World War II, he served with the U.S. Army in the Philippines. He had lived in California before returning to Iowa in 1971.

He bought and sold antiques and enjoyed attending garage sales, going to junk stores and liked to mushroom hunt and gardening. He was a member of the carpenter and millwright union. His greatest pride and joy was spending time with his kids and grandkids.

Surviving are three daughters, Roxanne (Gary) Hickenbottom of Conway Springs, Kan.,  Kim (Brian) Sereg of Sigourney and Pat Hubbard of Golden City, Mo.; a son, Ricky Hubbard of Hannibal, Mo.; six grandchildren, Michelle, George, Dylan, Gavin, Brenda and Ricky; a great-grandchild, Hayden; a sister, Velma Pinckard of Albuquerque, N.M.

He was preceded in death by three sisters, Alma Steele, Mary Garretson and Wilma Kempf; six brothers, Paul, Claude, Boyd, Lenray, Glen James and Leroy Hubbard.

Funeral services will be 1 p.m. Saturday at Reece Funeral Home with Pastor George Edgerly officiating. Military services will be conducted by Walter B. Schafer Post #775 Veterans of Foreign Wars and O.B. Nelson Post #3 American Legion. Cremation will follow the services.

Visitation will begin at 11 a.m. Friday with the family present from 6-8 p.m. Friday.

Memorials may be made to the Alzheimer?s Association or Heartland Humane Society, P.O. Box 1149, Ottumwa, Iowa 52501.

Holidays are tough...wish heaven had a phone....so I could hear your voice again.
I thought of you today...but that's nothing new.
I thought of you yesterday and days before that too.
I think of you in silence and often speak your name.
 All I have are memories and pictures in a frame.... I sure do miss you daddy!
 
On Fathers Day
Roses grow in Heaven, Lord, pick a bunch for me.
Place them in my Dad's arms & tell him they're from me.
Tell him that I love him & I miss him & when he turns to smile,
place a kiss upon his cheek & hold him for a while.
Because remembering him is easy. I do it everyday.
There's an ache within my heart that will never go away.
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Michelle read the Euglogy
 
For anyone who does not know me my name is Michelle
and I was Ergil Lee Hubbard?s granddaughter.
My grandfather was born March 31st, 1926.
He married my wonderful grandmother on March 9th, 1951.
They lived in California before moving to Iowa in 1971.
They had a strong and lasting friendship throughout the good and bad times.
They were always there for each other.
They first had my mother Roxanne while on a road trip in Oregon 6 weeks early.
Then they had my aunt Kim who was a breech baby.
He sold antiques and he was a great woodworker.
He has, in his long life, weathered the great and sometimes stormy seas of life.
My grandfather served his country as a young man
and he served his family the remainder of his years.
Grandpa loved children. He was a wonderful father,
grandfather, and great grandfather.
He was very close to his family. He had a wonderful soul. He was very giving.
He provided treats to all of the neighbor hood children.
I remember going to get popsicles in the summer from the deep freeze
that he kept well stocked with goodies.
Grandpa always picked berries in the summer and grew strawberries.
I do not remember a summer without fresh berries and vanilla ice cream.
Grandpa always had a garden when he was able.
He would grow numerous fruits and veggies.
I remember the asparagus, the strawberries, and who could forget the tomatoes?
He grew huge, red, luscious tomatoes in bulk and had so many
everyone knew where to go to get a deal on tomatoes fifty cents a pound!
I remember one summer when I was seven years old, my cousin Brandon and I
made a not well thought out plan to pick all of the green tomatoes out of the garden
and then throw them at the back door to the house.
He would lend a hand to anyone in need.
Lord knows he lent me a hand more often then not when I was growing up and into my adult years. When I ran out of gas, I called grandpa.
When my battery was dead, I called grandpa.
When I needed a dollar, guess who, grandpa.
I always knew where he was, he did not need a cell phone.
He was either at home or page able at your local Hy-Vee drinking coffee
and shooting the breeze with other oldies but goodies.
When I needed to finish nursing school
grandpa let me move into his home until I graduated.
I am eternally grateful to him for that because without him
I am not sure what I would be doing now.
When my car broke down he let me drive his truck.
We CANNOT forget the mushrooms.
He would come get me first thing in the morning and we would drive
in our mushrooming clothes to our secret mushroom hunting grounds.
He sure had a knack for finding them.
And if he did not find any it was either too early, too hot,
or someone had been there before him.
I, being a teenager later, tried to wear the most ridiculous get ups to go in the woods.
He would say you are going to scrape your arms all up in that tank top,
and you cannot wear sandals in the woods your will get a stick in your shoe.
He always had several stylish trucker hats for me
to choose from to keep ticks out of my hair.
He did not understand at all because he was never into high fashion.
He was always rock steady in his cotton light blue jeans, plaid shirt, and black shoes.
I think he had twenty pairs of black shoes.
He was always the first one I called with a problem or an emergency.
My grandpa was giving, caring, reliable throughout his whole life.
He was my rock, my comfort, my home. This is his legacy.
He will be right there by my side chuckling at Christmas
when Hayden gets oranges and lottery tickets in his stocking and doesn?t know why.
I will feel him in the spring early morning dew
when I instinctively know it is mushroom season.
I will think of him during the times of turmoil for me
since he always made me feel better and put things in perspective for me.
I will strive to be as giving of myself in my life like him.
My grandpa will be missed but I know he is still here
with me when I need him the most.
My grandpa was an AMAZING man.
 
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"My tribute to my dad?
A firm hand to hold while crossing the street, a gentle hold on the back of my first bike,
a tree swing made from rope, a pony and then a motorcycle.
My childhood was filled with happy and fun memories.
Sleepovers in the basement with lots of snacks, tv, loud music & late-night giggles!
My dad the antique dealer, the gardner, the mushroom hunter and the berry picker.
The biggest garden on the east side of town.
Fresh grown tomatoes, strawberries and the biggest cantaloupe around.
A graduation, A walk down the aisle, and a granddaughter,
these are the things that made him proud to be a father.
I was and will always be daddy?s little girl!
Daddy I miss you already??
Dad & Me
 
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Song Dedicated to Roxanne & Kim

The House That Built Me

Miranda Lambert

I know they say you can?t go home again
I just had to come back one last time
Ma?am I know you don?t know me from Adam
But these handprints on the front steps are mine

Up those stairs in that little back bedroom
Is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar
I bet you didn?t know under that live oak
My favorite dog is buried in the yard

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it?s like I?m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could just come in I swear I?ll leave
Won?t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me

Mama cut out pictures of houses for you
From Better Homes and Gardens magazine
Plans were drawn and concrete poured
Nail by nail and board by board
Daddy gave life to mama?s dream

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it?s like I?m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could just come in I swear I?ll leave
Won?t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me

You leave home and you move on and you do the best you can
I got lost in this old world and forgot who I am

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it?s like I?m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could just come in I swear I?ll leave
Won?t take nothing but a memory
Last picture taken with his girls!
 
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Michelle's Mushroom Poem
The light settles on the forest floor wafting
The leaves pool at our feet in brown and green
My grandpa and I are hunting,
The great Iowa Morel.

In this secret place by the creek
We hunt grey and yellow
At each find we can almost smell
Them frying in the pan

Grandpa says look under the sycamores
Especially the dead ones
Grandpa walks over and pokes around
With his twisted walking stick

But he dares not pick it
This is our favorite game
Michelle it?s over this way no that way
Walk softly now don?t step on it

We have walked an hour
Without finding a single one
I am concentrating, squinting, searching
For that pointy triangular outline

There it is and there?s another
Just a foot from where we had passed
I call out I found a small grey one
Proud, it?s the year?s first find
"Michelle's tattoo"
 
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Dedicated to Michelle * Georgie * Dylan * Gavin * Hayden
 
Grandpa Told Me So

 

Kenny Chesney

 

If you don't get in the water you're never gonna learn to swim
He said a snake is just as scared of you as you are of him
He could tell by the moon when the fish would bite
Seems there was nothing that he didn't know
And as a kid I believed 'cause Grandpa told me so

He talked Daddy into letting me have my first car
I thought I was really something 'til Becky Thompson broke my heart
That first taste of love really did me in
Getting over her slow
And I knew someday I would 'cause Grandpa told me so

He said life is made for you to live
The best love is the love that you give
There'll be times when you wanna hold on but you gotta let go
And I live by those words 'cause Grandpa told me so

I promised him I wouldn't cry when it was his time to leave
That's the only promise I made him I couldn't keep
He smiled from his bed and said we'll meet again
Somewhere down the road
And I believe 'cause Grandpa told me so

He said life is made for you to live
The best love is the love that you give
There'll be times when you wanna hold on but you gotta let go
And I live by those words 'cause Grandpa told me so

He said life is made for you to live
The best love is the love that you give
There'll be times when you wanna hold on but you gotta let go
And I live by those words 'cause Grandpa told me so

Yeah and I still believe
Grandpa told me so
Grandpa told me so
I still believe
Grandpa told me so
I still believe...
Last picture taken with all the grandkids!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 




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