To Acy, who was my first cousin, and as a young boy I looked forward to spending time in Waynesville at the Lamb's farm playing in the woods, jumping off the ledges into the creek bottoms and pushing over dead trees pretending we were pioneers. I Couldn't wait until breakfast for his mom's biscuits and gravy before we started our adventure for the day. We each went on our separate ways in life except to meet at our annual reunion with lots of home cooking and playing catch up to each other's life events. I will cherish these moments forever and remember Acy Wendal always with a big friendly smile. My sympathy goes out to your family and how proud they must be of you. God Bless, Butch Gardner