Lloyd Harvey Philyaw
Lloyd Harvey Philyaw, born in Caldwell, N.C. 1906, died in Manassas, Va. 1965. He married Winnie Margaret Bumgardner, August 10, 1926 in Crumpler, N.C. Winnie was the daughter of Charlie Peyton Bumgardner and Cora-Taylor Bumgardner of Crumpler, N.C.. Winnie was born April 15, 1910 (Crumpler, N.C.) and died Jan. 15, 1960, in Washington, D.C. Both Lloyd and Winnie are buried at the Chestnut Hill Cemetery, Grassy Creek, Ashe Co. , N.C.

Children of Winnie and Lloyd

1. Charles Lloyd
2. Howard Clayton
3. William Earl
4. Helen Marie
Little Helen Marie died at the age of four. She was helping her mother snap beans when she stuck one in her mouth, before her mother could notice she sucked it down into her windpipe, and died before help could arrive.This event effected her mother the remainder of her life. I suppose she blamed herself. She suffered depression and alcoholism for many many years. As a result, dieing of Psorosis of the liver.
This one single event in time, changed the lives of many, Not only did Helen's brothers lose their little sister, but they also lost their mother.
My grandfather Lloyd was diagnosed with Cancer of the throat and mouth early in his life.He
moved to live with his youngest son after Winnie passed.  I remember seeing him when we'd go and visit. Although I was young my impressions and memories of him are vivid. He was gentle man, loved to sit and watch us kids play. I remember just sitting beside him on aunts lawn in a chair, and feeling so comfortable, and warm. He didnt mind kids, to me that was big.
Grandad had had surgery to remove his tongue, and teeth, as well as his larynyx. I remember him keeping a tissue in his mouth to absorb saliva. And he couldnt eat with the rest of us. He'd wait till we were all done and put the leftovers in the blender, mking a shake of the mess, then he would have to drain it through a tube in his throat. He couldnt swallow you see. To me he was an amazing man. Through all he had been through, he never complained. He just did what was necessary to take care of himself. He still had a glimmer in his eyes, and could muster a smile ever so often. And always had a comforting arm if you needed it.
That was the grandfather I remember, I only wish that we had more time together. But some day, may we meet again. I love you grandpa, God Bless.
It is unfortunate that I was too young to know Winnie, my grandmother. I was only two when she passed. But I'm sure that if she had been living, we would have been great friends. It saddens me that she never got to know her grandchildren, maybe they could have helped fill that void that she felt after losing little Helen.
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