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I NEVER SAW HIM by Granny Annie
His name was Morris Furry and he lived across the street from our Kansas home. Ron would see Mr. Furry often when the old man was bent over the wood pile chopping a day's supply. We owned the Furry house as well as the one we were living in and we were remodeling both. Everyone in town thought of Morris Furry as an icon. While Ron and others saw him often, I had never seen the quiet man who was known to always wear a red shirt and overalls. I would spend at least half of each day working in the Furry house, cleaning out junk that had gathered there over the years. It was dusty and dirty and I had little hope of ever turning this into our home.
The Furry house was at least 100 years old. Morris and his sister had lived there after their parents died and Morris had taken care of his sister until she married and moved away. It was then people realized Morris was different than other folks. He wasn't a mean man, he was simply particular about things around this property. They never saw Morris again in town but would glimpse him once and a while passing the property. Every time Ron was working around the Furry house, he would often look up and see Morris watching and nodding at him then giving a little wink to signify that Ron was doing a good job.
The remodel was finished on the Furry house and Ron and I had planned to live there for life. With the radio on, we danced to our favorite song Waltz Across Texas. We would laugh and Ron would twirl me around. It was sad when our dream ended due to Ron's illness. We had to abandon our dream and move to Oklahoma. However Morris is still there because once in a while people hear the anthem of the place, Waltz Across Texas, flowing through the trees and we know Mr. Furry misses us.