The writer records the pages of this chapter with a deep feeling of love and devotion, for William Benton Bunn Sr. was his dad. Dad was a large man physically. He was six feet two inches tall in his sock feet. He was sturdily built, wore a number eleven shoe, a forty-four size coat and size seven and one-half hat. During his younger days he weighed 225 pounds. However, in his mid-fifties, he contracted a severe case of typhoid fever and never weighed, after recovering, more than about 190 pounds.
He was just as big-hearted as he was physically big. Once convinced that a cause was worthy, he whole-heartedly rallied to the support of the idea with money, time and effort. He always registered for or against an issue, never on the half-way mark. He loved people. Because of this trait he was able to do much toward the up-building and the development of his community. He made an impression on those whom he met, both frequently and infrequently. He assumed leadership and carried the responsibility through to a conclusion. He was a man of sound judgment, industrious and far-seeing. He stood for wholesome living. He had a purpose in life.
Because he possessed those admirable qualities, the counsel was constantly sought by those who knew him.
The writer's minister/1 relates a personal incident as he recently canoed in the waste-waters of Eastern Canada that is symbolic of my good father's life. The minister said "that while canoeing in the wilds of Canada he encountered a vast area of sluggish water. The water covering this gigantic space seemed unbounded. But as he rowed along he finally came to the mouth of a river. The river's banks served as a boundary for the water and the water began to flow. As he followed along its course in his canoe, the river soon became clear and sparkling. At last the water was free and flowing. The bounded stream was flowing with a purpose. It was going somewhere. After a while, though the, the river's waters would reach its destination--the ocean.
This story symbolizes the life of my father. He lived for a purpose. Doubtless his life was more purposeful than that of many of his immediate ancestors and relative's. He was not always thinking of himself, but he was also doing something for his church, for his community,