William "Freddie" McCullough Funny and Unique Obituary

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					September 16th, 2013                                                                                       Published by: Marie Caldwell




William "Freddie"
McCullough Unique and
Funny Obituary
                                                                     During that time Mr. Freddie lived across the dirt road and
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                                                                     gargoyles out front, a fountain with goldfish in it out back, an
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                                                                     We got to swim in that pool a few times and that is when I saw
                                                                     the most of Mr. Freddie. I by no means can claim to know him
William “Freddie” McCullough                                         well, but what I do know of him remember of him is that he was
                                                                     a genuine man who liked to laugh. His family captured this and
Unique and Funny Obituary                                            his many other traits in his very unique and honest obituary.
                                                                       The man. The myth. The legend. Men wanted to be him
                                                                       and women wanted to be with him. William Freddie
                                                                       McCullough died on September 11, 2013. Freddie loved
                                                                       deep fried Southern food smothered in Cane Syrup,
                                                                       fishing at Santee Cooper Lake, Little Debbie Cakes,
                                                                       Two and a Half Men, beautiful women, Reeses Cups
                                                                       and Jim Beam. Not necessarily in that order. He
                                                                       hated vegetables and hypocrites. Not necessarily in
                                                                       that order. He was a master craftsman who single
                                                                       -handedly built his beautiful house from the ground
                                                                       up. Freddie was also great at growing fruit trees,
                                                                       grilling chicken and ribs, popping wheelies on his
                                                                       Harley at 50 mph, making everyone feel appreciated
Mr. McCullough was the parent of one of my good                        and hitting Coke bottles at thirty yards with his 45.
neighborhood friends growing up. On our little dirt road there         When it came to floor covering, Freddie was one of
were six children – three boys and three girls. My two sisters         the best in the business. And he loved doing it. Freddie
and I were the three girls, two of the boys were brothers, and         loved to tell stories. And you could be sure 50% of
Clint McCullough was the third boy.                                    every story was true. You just never knew which 50%.
                                                                       Marshall Matt Dillon, Ben Cartwright and Charlie
Those Summers were some of the happiest of my life and                 Harper were his TV heroes. And he was the hero for his
though my memory isn’t the greatest I remember those days              six children: Mark, Shain, Clint, Brandice, Ashley and
with perfect clarity. We traipsed through the swamp trees              Thomas. Freddie adored the ladies. And they adored
searching for leprechauns. We had more than one “treehouse”            him. There isn’t enough space here to list all of the
– on dirt clearings we made in a thicket of trees – and even           women from Freddie’s past. There isn’t enough space
dragged and old toilet into one for our “bathroom”.                    in the Bloomingdale phone book. A few of the more
It was similar to one of those country care-free childhoods you        colorful ones were Momma Margie, Crazy Pam, Big
read about in books. We’d paddle out in our backyard swamp             Tittie Wanda, Spacy Stacy and Sweet Melissa (he
boat to have lunch on the water, careful not to bump into trees        explained that nickname had nothing to do with her
so the snakes wouldn’t fall in our boat. We’d ride our four-           attitude)…
wheelers up and down that dirt road from sunup to sundown            To read the obituary in it’s entirety click HERE.
trying to look cool for the one or two cars that’d pass by that
day.                                                                 Now the life story of this parent-of-a-friend I grew up around
                                                                     is making trending news. I’m sure he would have loved it.

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September 16th, 2013                                                                                      Published by: Marie Caldwell

Deepest and sincerest condolences to Shain, Clint, Brandice,
Ashley, Thomas (you were a toddler in a leg cast last time I saw
you), and the rest of their families. My prayers are with you all.




Thank you Clint for allowing me to share your daddy’s story.




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Description: Mr. McCullough was the parent of one of my good neighborhood friends growing up. Those Summers were some of the happiest of my life. During that time Mr. Freddie lived across the dirt road and a few houses down on the right from my house. My sisters and I considered him the richest man in the neighborhood. Thank you Clint for allowing me to share your daddy's story. I am so sorry for your loss.