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His Folger’s Can is Empty

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9 responses to “His Folger’s Can is Empty”

  1. Karen W. Avatar
    Karen W.
    May 20, 2015

    Brent, that is an awesome tribute to Mr. Matthews. He did love the kids and made them feel special. Another “custodian” I remember is Brutus Prock. He knew all of the kid’s names at Ranch Heights and spoke to them everyday when they went through the lunch line. What a blessing to have a memory of someone like Rusty Matthews. I wish your tribute could be put in the paper. Everyone should read it.

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    1. brent taylor Avatar
      brent taylor
      May 21, 2015

      Thanks Karen, yes, Brutus was a gem also. A kind and gentle soul. Thanks for the comment and as always, for reading and contributing to the conversation.

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  2. Charlotte Taylor Avatar
    Charlotte Taylor
    May 20, 2015

    Great picture of Rusty! We were feeling sad that there isn’t a service we can attend to honor Rusty. But you filled that void with your word picture of his life. When asked how he could remember so many of you kids, his reply was “Some kids I don’t remember because they just blended in like a gray house, but I remember yours”. Thanks, Brent.

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  3. Joshua Matthew Monday Avatar
    Joshua Matthew Monday
    May 24, 2015

    What a wonderful story about a wonderful man that was the most caring man I had ever met his wife Ruby was just the same. A lot of people knew him as Rusty the nice old man that worked on lawnmowers I knew him as grandpa. He now get to spend time with him wife Ruby Matthews the woman I call grandma. Life without them will never be the same but I’ve got great memories of both of them. Ps thanks for writing a beautiful story about Rusty aka grandpa to me.

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    1. brent taylor Avatar
      brent taylor
      May 24, 2015

      Thank you Joshua and I’m sorry for your loss. You were fortunate to have such a fine man as your Grandpa. God’s blessings on you and your family as you remember and mourn your Grandpa Matthews.

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  4. Gary H. Avatar
    Gary H.
    December 26, 2015

    Wow, i did not know Rusty had passed. A truly good man.

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  5. Jason Jack Avatar
    Jason Jack
    December 27, 2015

    I remember Rusty from when I was in grade school. He was always the nicest guy. It seems he would always be at the door to let me in when I rode my bike to school with Billy and Lafe or when Ron’s mom dropped us off. He would always smile at me, tell me “good morning,” and remind me to watch my step. Truly selfless, he taught me so much about helping others–lessons I try to teach my own children.

    He is definitely missed.

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    1. Jason whaling Avatar
      Jason whaling
      December 28, 2015

      Oh gosh…how did I not know Rusty passed away? I was such an uncomfortable little kid. I had so much anxiety and was afraid of nearly every one and every thing. Rusty took a liking to me for some reason and would take time out of his day of ceaning our school to make me feel special. He was such a gentle soul. I remember him so fondly and have often wondered about him. I’m so glad he touched others lives too and lived such a long time after his retirement. RIP old friend. We will meet again.

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  6. Jean Avatar
    Jean
    December 28, 2015

    Rusty was the janitor at Limestone Elementary in 1977-78 when my kids went there. My daughter was very tiny. Our name is McSperitt so he nicknamed her ‘Little Spirit’. He was a sweet, kind, friendly man!

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