Harry Stamps, "ladies’ man, foodie, natty dresser, and accomplished traveler," died on March 9. Don't worry if the name doesn't ring a bell -- it's unlikely you've heard of him -- but after you read the obituary his daughter published, it's unlikely you'll ever forget him. Amanda Lewis clearly loved her dad, but more importantly, she knew him. And he knew himself. And hisself hated Daylight Saving Time, loved the womens, and made one mean bacon and tomato sandwich. Stamps' obit has gone viral, and after you read some of these tidbits from the awesome essay recounting his life, it's easy to see why.
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On Harry's girls:
[He had] two [daughters] Amanda Lewis of Dallas, and Alison of Starkville. He taught them to fish, to select a quality hammer, to love nature, and to just be thankful. He took great pride in stocking their tool boxes. One of his regrets was not seeing his girl, Hillary Clinton, elected President.
On his foods:
He had a life-long love affair with deviled eggs, Lane cakes, boiled peanuts, Vienna [Vi-e-na] sausages on saltines, his homemade canned fig preserves, pork chops, turnip greens, and buttermilk served in martini glasses garnished with cornbread.
On his fashions:
Harry took fashion cues from no one. His signature every day look was all his: a plain pocketed T-shirt designed by the fashion house Fruit of the Loom, his black-label elastic waist shorts worn above the navel and sold exclusively at the Sam’s on Highway 49, and a pair of old school Wallabees (who can even remember where he got those?) that were always paired with a grass-stained MSU baseball cap.
On his travels:
Harry traveled extensively. He only stayed in the finest quality AAA-rated campgrounds, his favorite being Indian Creek outside Cherokee, North Carolina. He always spent the extra money to upgrade to a creek view for his tent. Many years later he purchased a used pop-up camper for his family to travel in style, which spoiled his daughters for life.
On his irrational disdains:
He particularly hated Day Light Saving Time, which he referred to as The Devil’s Time. It is not lost on his family that he died the very day that he would have had to spring his clock forward. This can only be viewed as his final protest.
I think we should all raise a martini glass of buttermilk garnished with cornbread to Mr. Harry Stamps. Here's to the former dean of Mississippi Gulf Coast Community College who was clearly a winner in life. Why was he a winner (besides that amazing beverage he made up)? Because he was himself. I've never met the guy, but hell, he sounds like someone who was really true to himself and didn't give a shit what anyone thought.
Anyone who can rock Fruit of the Loom while eating sausages on Saltines while championing a female president while pitching a tent while dying the day before his most hated time of the year deserves some goddamn reverence.
Harry, I salute you.
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