OBITUARY

Tracy Dixon Caldwell

March 22, 1931May 15, 2018

Tracy Caldwell, age 87, passed away on Tuesday, May 15, 2018 at Sanctuary Hospice House in Tupelo. He was born March 22, 1931 to Jimmie Ray Brandon Caldwell and Ralph Ellis Caldwell. He was a member of Locust Hill Baptist Church. After graduating from high school, he attended Holmes Junior College and was a retired cattle farmer. He enjoyed coon hunting, gardening, baseball and softball games, dancing and being around people.

A memorial service will at 1:00 PM on Thursday, May 17, 2018 at Browning Funeral Home Chapel with Rev. David Ross, Jimmy Ray Chapman and James Alsip officiating. Browning Funeral Home in Pontotoc is honored to assist the family.

Survivors include his son, Tim Caldwell (Alicia) of Pontotoc, MS; two daughters, Lisa Caldwell of Sherman, MS and Tracie Lynn Caldwell (Ashley) of Belden, MS; two sisters, Nan Baggett and Gay White, both of Pontotoc, MS and a brother, Jim Caldwell (Geanetta) of Walnut, MS; six grandchildren, Kelly Webb, Lyndsy Alsip (James), Cameron Ott, Corey Ott, Sara Beaty and Ava Beaty; and two great-grandchildren, Noah Webb Morgan and R.J. Alsip.

He was preceded in death by his parents, his wife, Sara Grace Caldwell, two sisters, Myra Zoe Caldwell and Mary Lena Caldwell and a brother, Sam Phillip Caldwell.

Visitation will be from 11 to 1 PM , Thursday, May 17, 2018 at the funeral home.

Memorials may be sent to Sanctuary Hospice House, P.O. Box 2177, Tupelo, MS 38803.

Condolences may be offered at www.browningpontotoc.com

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Myrtis Moore McCord

June 5, 2018

To Tracy's family and friends, you have my sincere sympathy. I have remembered Tracy warmly for seventy years; that's how I came to see that he has gone on to the next world. If I happen to run across him there, I'll wave and blow a kiss to him, maybe even give him a bear hug and recall the good times we had in the summer of 1949.

Tracy had just graduated from Sherman High School and I from Belden. I guess a mutual friend of mine, Tracy, and Silas Cochran introduced us. Whoever it was, God bless them, for we all had a lot of fun and laughter that summer. There were usually two couples, sometimes three, in Silas’s car.

I remember consuming a stolen watermelon in a churchyard on a moonlit night. Tracy had volunteered to steal us a watermelon, and on the next date night, he had one. (Ssshh, it was “stolen” from his father’s patch.) We drove around looking for a picnic place, and found a grassy churchyard, softly lit by the full moon. Sweetest watermelon I ever tasted, even though it was warm, and served in hunks cut out with a pocket knife.

Another memory. My younger friend Ann had been asked for a date and her aunt/ guardian allowed it only if it was a double date with me. We didn’t have phones, so the aunt drove Ann and me out to hunt for Tracy to ask him if we could take the extra couple that weekend. Somehow we found his house. I went in and introduced myself to his mother, who told us he was out in the field, plowing. I jumped over the rows of clods to reach him and he stopped the mule. He was all hot and sweaty and wiped his face on his sleeve when he saw me coming. I think he was a bit embarrassed but to me he looked very, very . . . manly. He was truly very manly, and very gentlemanly.
In the fall, we went off to college in different directions. We wrote a few letters; dated at Christmas, exchanging gifts; and then went our separate ways but I never forgot Tracy. I know that he rests well in the warm soil that he loved.

Dickie Rhea

May 21, 2018

“So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day. For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal.” (2 Corinthians 4:16-18).
Please know our prayers are with you.
Dickie Rhea, Chaplain
Sanctuary Hospice

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