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Harry Weathersby Stamps (helluva name) died last Saturday in Long Beach, Mississippi. Described as a “ladies man, foodie, natty dresser and accomplished traveler,” he passed away at the age of 81. Rest in peace, sir.
Old man Stamps lived life, that’s for sure. His obituary speaks of the “numerous women” in his life and describes him as a man who “despised phonies.” Harry drove the same 1969 Volvo until the day he died, and enjoyed camping. He was purported to have a “life-long love affair” with deviled eggs, boiled peanuts and Vienna sausages.
Harry’s favorite attire, according to his obituary, was a plain, white Fruit of the Loom pocket tee, along with black label elastic waistband shorts, only available at Sam’s off of a local highway. Sounds like he was quite the dresser.
Mr. Stamps was also a beloved philanthropist, rebuilding homes after hurricanes along the Gulf Coast. He loved his large remote, which “survived Hurricane Katrina,” and often used it to watch Barefoot Contessa and “anything on the History Channel.”
This guy sounds like the most wonderful person on the planet.
Known as a man with a passion for food, Stamps imported all of the ingredients for his famous bacon and tomato sandwich from different parts of the country no matter where he lived — bread from Georgia, mayonnaise from New Orleans, bacon from Tennessee, black pepper from Virginia, and homegrown tomatoes from Oxford, Mississippi. I’ve had many BLTs in my life, but that is one sandwich I would love to try. When you scour the South for ingredients for a sandwich like that, greatness can be the only outcome.
A father of two girls, Amanda and Allison, Stamps took great pride in keeping their tool boxes stocked, just like any good dad would, and taught them both how to fish, love nature and “select a quality hammer.”
This guy sounds amazing. I would have loved to hear his views on life while out on the pond. It’d probably have a lot to do with what type of nails I should use to hang a velvet painting, or what part of the country procures the best salt to use on roasted pork. The possibilities would be endless.
His obituary also stated that he hated Daylight Savings Time, but loved “outsmarting squirrels.” Who is this man? Where did he come from? I can only hope to merely understand him only a little bit, but his life story is amazing. Simple, yet amazing.
CLICK HERE to read the obituary in its entirety. I highly suggest it.
[via Sun Herald]
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