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| In Loving Memory of Christopher Caleb Bradley Never forgotten always on our mind and in our Hearts .....Our little buddy now in heaven |
| Christopher Caleb Bradley 11-26-87 - 03-02-05 |
Caleb's tatto is now worn by
Lynette, Garry, his best
friend in Newport Jack, It is
on several people's cars
and trucks in Dawsonville
GA so if you see this you will
know.
Lynette, Garry, his best
friend in Newport Jack, It is
on several people's cars
and trucks in Dawsonville
GA so if you see this you will
know.
Caleb's tattoo he wanted to
get. He drew this when he
was 15 I think and he
carried it in his wallet till he
died.
get. He drew this when he
was 15 I think and he
carried it in his wallet till he
died.
see the lyrics to
this song at the
bottom of the
page
this song at the
bottom of the
page
This is the hood off the car Caleb was
working on in auto shop when he died
all the kids from school signed the
hood and presented it to us after the
end of this school year Garry is going
to get the hood. See article at bottom
of this page.
working on in auto shop when he died
all the kids from school signed the
hood and presented it to us after the
end of this school year Garry is going
to get the hood. See article at bottom
of this page.
Obituary from Newport Daily Independent
CHRISTOPHER CALEB BRADLEY
Mr. Christopher Caleb Bradley, 17, of Dawsonville, Ga., formerly of
Newport, died Wednesday, March 2, 2005 at Georgia. He was born Nov. 26,
1987 at Newport, the son of Garry Bradley and Lynette Hendrix.
Mr. Bradley had lived in Dawson County for four years, and was a Junior at
Dawson County High School. He was a member of the Church of Christ.
Caleb enjoyed hunting, fishing, and baseball.
He is survived by his father, Garry Bradley of Newport; his mother, Lynette
Hendrix of Dawsonville, Ga.; one sister, Amy Bradley of Newport; two
brothers, Adam Bradley of Newport, and Keith Dixon of Jonesboro; his
grandparents, Darline Villines of Tecumseh, Okla., Norris Bradley of
Tuckerman, and Lurlene Bradley of Newport; his great-grandmother, Freda
Deninno of Tecumseh, Okla.; and one niece, Madison Dixon of Jonesboro.
Funeral services were 10 a.m. Monday, March 7, 2005 at the Holden Avenue
Church of Christ with Mr. James Duvall officiating. Interment will be in
Gracelawn Cemetery at Tuckerman.
Pallbearers were Jack King, Larry Dulaney, David Ervin, Brandon Taylor,
Matt Ward, and Tyler Barker. Honorary Pallbearers were James Littleton,
Mathew Hughes, Josh (Potter) Gering, Patrick "Sweeney" , Allan (Spud)
Hicks, Caleb's friends from Dawsonville and Newport High School.
Arrangements by Jackson's Newport Funeral Home.
CHRISTOPHER CALEB BRADLEY
Mr. Christopher Caleb Bradley, 17, of Dawsonville, Ga., formerly of
Newport, died Wednesday, March 2, 2005 at Georgia. He was born Nov. 26,
1987 at Newport, the son of Garry Bradley and Lynette Hendrix.
Mr. Bradley had lived in Dawson County for four years, and was a Junior at
Dawson County High School. He was a member of the Church of Christ.
Caleb enjoyed hunting, fishing, and baseball.
He is survived by his father, Garry Bradley of Newport; his mother, Lynette
Hendrix of Dawsonville, Ga.; one sister, Amy Bradley of Newport; two
brothers, Adam Bradley of Newport, and Keith Dixon of Jonesboro; his
grandparents, Darline Villines of Tecumseh, Okla., Norris Bradley of
Tuckerman, and Lurlene Bradley of Newport; his great-grandmother, Freda
Deninno of Tecumseh, Okla.; and one niece, Madison Dixon of Jonesboro.
Funeral services were 10 a.m. Monday, March 7, 2005 at the Holden Avenue
Church of Christ with Mr. James Duvall officiating. Interment will be in
Gracelawn Cemetery at Tuckerman.
Pallbearers were Jack King, Larry Dulaney, David Ervin, Brandon Taylor,
Matt Ward, and Tyler Barker. Honorary Pallbearers were James Littleton,
Mathew Hughes, Josh (Potter) Gering, Patrick "Sweeney" , Allan (Spud)
Hicks, Caleb's friends from Dawsonville and Newport High School.
Arrangements by Jackson's Newport Funeral Home.
THIS IS CALEB'S EULOGY WRITTEN BY DALE GARNER , GARRY AND CALEB'S GOOD FRIEND AND FISHING AND
HUNTING BUDDY.
I AM PROUD TO BE ABLE TO SHARE SOME OF MY MEMORIES OF CALEB BRADLEY, PROUD BECAUSE HIS
FAMILY ASKED ME, BUT MOST OF ALL PROUD TO HAVE BEEN ABLE TO WATCH CALEB GROW UP AND BE A
PART OF SOME OF HIS MEMORY MAKING EXPERIENCES.
I WATCHED HIM GROW FROM A BEAUTIFUL ENERGETIC LITTLE BOY TO A FINE HANDSOME YOUNG MAN.
BEFORE I TALK ABOUT SOME OF MY MEMORIES, LET ME SAY FROM MY VIEW WHY I THINK HE TURNED OUT
SO WELL.
I THINK THE DECK WAS STACKED IN HIS FAVOR FROM THE BEGINNING, BECAUSE HE HAD THE TWO MOST
IMPORTANT INGREDIENTS NEEDED TO TURN OUT WELL.
1. A MOTHER AND A FATHER THAT LOVED HIM VERY MUCH.
BUT HE HAD SOMETHING ELSE TOO……
A PUBLIC SERVICE CAMPAIGN TALKS ABOUT GIVING THE GREATEST GIFT OF ALL TO YOUR CHILDREN….
YOUR TIME.
THE NUMBER 2 THING AND THE MOST IMPORTANT OF ALL, CALEB HAD A MOTHER AND FATHER WHO GAVE
UNSELFISHLY OF THEIR LOVE AND TIME.
MY EARLY MEMORIES OF CALEB CAME FROM GARRY WANTING TO GIVE CALEB WHAT HE AND I BOTH
REALIZED WAS ONE OF THE GREATEST GIFTS WE RECEIVED AS YOUNG PEOPLE, AND THAT WAS A LOVE
FOR THE GREAT OUT DOORS.
CALEB STARTED BY JUST WANTING TO DO WHAT DAD WAS DOING, BUT SOON HE DEVELOPED HIS OWN
TRUE LOVE OF THE OUTDOORS.
HE STARTED WITH FISHING. THEN HUNTING, AND THEN BASEBALL.
I REMEMBER CALEB CRYING TO GO WITH GARRY AND I EVEN BEFORE HE WAS BIG ENOUGH, AND I
REMEMBER THE JOY HE HAD WHEN HE FINALLY DID GET TO GO. I REMEMBER HIS MOTHER LYNETTE BEING
AFRAID FOR HIM TO GO BECAUSE OF THAT MOTHERS LOVE THAT SHE HAD. SHE WAS AFRAID OF THE
DANGERS OF A LITTLE BOY IN A BOAT, BUT I THINK SHE KNEW IN HER HEART THAT HIS SAFETY WOULD BE
OUR NUMBER ONE PRIORITY, AND IT WAS.
IF YOU ARE GOING ON A SERIOUS FISHING TRIP, A LOT OF PEOPLE MIGHT BE A LITTLE PUT OUT TO HAVE A
LITTLE BOY TAG ALONG. I MEAN IF IT’S NOT YOUR OWN, YOU FEAR THAT IT WILL JUST MESS UP YOUR TRIP,
AFTER ALL YOUR THERE TO FISH, NOT TO BABY SIT.
BUT I NEVER FELT THAT WAY ABOUT CALEB FOR 2 REASONS
FIRST BECAUSE HE WAS SUCH A JOY TO BE AROUND AND SECOND BECAUSE I KNEW WHAT GARRY WAS
DOING.
HE WAS GIVING THAT GREATEST GIFT OF HI S TIME, AND LETTING CALEB EXPERIENCE THE GREAT
OUTDOORS FOR HIMSELF.
YOU GIVE THEM EXPERIENCE AND IT’S UP TO THEM IF THEY LIKE IT OR NOT, I KNOW GARRY WOULD HAVE
BEEN DISAPPOINTED IF HE HADN’T LIKED IT, BUT HE SURE DIDN’T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT THAT.
THERE’S SOMETHING SPECIAL ABOUT THE BONDING AND FELLOWSHIP EXPERIENCED ON A RIVER, LAKE OR
AROUND A CAMPFIRE AT DEER CAMP.
THERE ARE LOTS OF PLACES AND WAYS TO CREATE
LIFETIME MEMORIES.
FAMILY MEMORIES
SCHOOL ACTIVITIES
SPORTS
FRIENDS
AND OF COURSE THE OUTDOORS.
ONE OF HIS FAVORITE PLACES TO GO WHEN HE WAS JUST LITTLE AND I THINK THROUGH OUT HIS LIFE WAS
CACHE RIVER. A LOT OF PEOPLE CROSS CACHE RIVER AND SEE IT AS A LITTLE MUDDY STREAM. CALEB
SAW IT LIKE GARRY AND I AS A BEAUTIFUL TRANQUIL STREAM FULL OF WILDLIFE AND A PLACE THAT
MEMORIES WERE MADE.
I REMEMBER THE TIME THAT GARRY WANTED TO TREAT HIM TO HOT DOGS COOKED OVER A CAMPFIRE ON
THE BANKS OF CACHE RIVER.
NATURALLY HE COULDN'T’T WAIT TO EXPERIENCE THIS TREAT THAT HIS DAD HAD BUILT UP AND TOLD HIM
HOW WONDERFUL HOT DOGS WERE COOKED ON THE BANKS OF CACHE RIVER OVER AN OPEN FIRE.
WHILE WE WERE FISHING THAT DAY CALEB CONSTANTLY WANTED TO KNOW WHEN WE COULD COOK.
FINALLY THE TIME CAME, CALEB HELPED BUILD THE FIRE AND GARRY SHOWED HIM HOW TO PICK OUT JUST
THE RIGHT GREEN LIMB TO MAKE A HOT DOG ROASTING STICK.
WE FINALLY STARTED.
I ‘M NOT SURE HE LET THE FIRST ONE GET GOOD AND DONE BECAUSE HE COULDN'T’T WAIT TO TRY THIS
HOT DOG HE HAD ANTICIPATED SO MUCH.
I THINK HE HAD THAT FIRST ONE EAT BEFORE GARRY COULD GET ANOTHER ONE READY, SO I GAVE HIM
MINE.
CALEB PROBABLY ATE 3 OR 4 BEFORE GARRY OR I EVEN HAD A CHANCE TO EAT ONE, AND IF THAT LITTLE
FELLOW ATE ONE HE MUST HAVE EATEN 10.
I THOUGHT THERE’S NO WAY A LITTLE GUY THAT SIZE COULD HOLD THAT MANY HOT DOGS.
BUT A FUNNY THING HAPPENED, WE WERE DOING THIS FOR CALEB, BUT WE CREATED OUR OWN MEMORY
AND GOT AS MUCH IF NOT MORE OUT OF IT OURSELVES. IT’S SOMETHING TO SMILE ABOUT, AND CHERISH
TO THIS VERY DAY.
I NEVER REMEMBER CALEB BEING A PROBLEM AND EVEN IF HE WAS, HE LOVED IT SO MUCH, ALL GARRY HAD
TO DO WAS THREATEN TO NOT BRING HIM BACK AND THAT TOOK CARE OF ANY PROBLEM.
HE LOVED ANIMALS, LIKE MOST LITTLE BOYS DO.
I REMEMBER HOW HE ALWAYS WANTED TO TAKE SOMETHING HOME A MINNOW OR LITTLE FISH.
I CAN REMEMBER THAT FIRST TIME HE SAW A MUD PUPPIE, AND OF COURSE HE WANTED ONE.
THEY ARE PRETTY SLIMY, SO GARRY FINALLY LET CALEB TOUCH ONE, HE DIDN'T’T WANT ONE ANYMORE,
BUT IT CREATED ANOTHER MEMORY.
I USED TO LIKE TO TEASE CALEB ESPECIALLY WHEN HE WAS LITTLE, AND I CAN STILL SEE HIM COCK HIS
HEAD UP AT ME AND SAY HUH-UH. OF COURSE LATER HE ALSO LEARNED TO TEASE BACK PRETTY GOOD.
MOST OF MY TIME WITH CALEB WAS WITH HIS DAD, BUT BEING AROUND LYNETTE, HER LOVE AND DEVOTION
TO CALEB WAS EVIDENT, AND SO WAS HIS LOVE FOR HER.
CALEB ALSO HAS A HOST OF OTHER FAMILY AND FRIENDS THAT LOVED AND SUPPORTED HIM.
RIGHT NOW LIKE IT WA YESTERDAY I CAN SEE HIS SMILING FACE.
CALEB MADE TRACKS ON MY HEART AND I REALLY DON’T THINK I HAVE TO ENCOURAGE ANY OF YOU TO
KEEP HIS MEMORY ALIVE IN YOUR HEART, BECAUSE IF YOUR MEMORIES ARE ANYTHING AT ALL LIKE MINE
YOU COULDN'T KEEP FROM IT EVEN IF YOU TRIED.
I WOULD ENCOURAGE YOU TO THINK ABOUT YOUR CHILDREN, FAMILY AND FRIENDS THINK ABOUT GIVING
THAT GREATEST GIFT OF ALL, OUR TIME. DON’T MISS THOSE MEMORY MAKING EXPERIENCES. LIKE THOSE
THAT WE SHARE OF CALEB. ONE OF THE FIRST THINGS BOTH OF HIS PARENTS SAID TO ME LAST NIGHT
WAS TO TELL YOUR KIDS YOU LOVE THEM.
LET ME CLOSE WITH A SHORT POEM THAT I THINK WOULD BE WHAT CALEB WOULD WANT YOU TO KNOW AT
THIS TIME.
THIS IS CALLED AFTERGLOW:
I’D LIKE THE MEMORY OF ME TO BE A HAPPY ONE
I’D LIKE TO LEAVE AN AFTER FLOW OF SMILES WHEN LIFE IS DONE
I’D LIKE TO LEAVE AN ECHO WHISPERING SOFTLY DOWN THE WAYS
OF HAPPY TIMES AND LAUGHING TIMES AND BRIGHT AND SUNNY DAYS
I’D LIKE THE TEARS OF THOSE WHO GRIEVE TO DRY BEFORE THE SUN
OF HAPPY MEMORIES THAT I LEAVE WHEN LIFE IS DONE.
Features
Under the Hood at DCHS
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By ANDY GRABEL
In one corner of the garage, a student meticulously sandblasts a tire, cradling it like a sculptor shaping his bust. His
eyes are fixed on his gloved hands that extend into the high-pressured device. In another, two boys examine the
insides of a small faded watercraft and ponder the best way to bring its engine back to life. Tools, engine parts and
signs of auto manufacturers line the walls of the tidy workshop. When class is in session, those with sensitive hearing
had better locate an exit as quickly as possible.
Students in the Dawson County High School Auto Technology program spend three class periods a week working on
cars and small engine projects and two periods in the classroom working out of the textbook. There are three levels
of the Auto Technology with students of varying ambition in the auto industry. Most students that reap the benefits of
the program continue their education in auto mechanics, go to work at a shop or car dealership or are at least fit to
do most basic repairs on their own vehicles, according to Auto Tech teacher Alfred Richey, who has been at the helm
of the program for 14 years.
"I try to teach the students to become independent and not rely on me because when you go to work at a dealership,
you'd better believe they're not going to hold your hand," Richey said. "But if I can get young, talented people on the
right track and help them find a way to continue their education then I've done my job."
For a program with only a few dozen students, Auto Tech students have a plethora of resources available to them.
From rusted sedans to a virtually brand new sport utility vehicle, cars donated by the local community and through
the program's auto education affiliation line the sidewalk of the street behind the shop. Dawson County High School is
one of 394 schools nationwide enrolled in Auto Youth Education System (AYES). In addition to donating cars for
students to work on, AYES helps students interested in pursuing a career in auto mechanics or technology to find a
job or institution at which to continue their education.
For many students in the class, the pursuit of an A grade is secondary to the dream of performing well in competition.
The upper level students challenge one another during the semester to prepare for the Skills USA competition, in
which the program will send the best student to face the best in the state and possibly beyond.
"Whoever does the best job with fewest flaws in the shortest time wins," said Rocky Lingerfeld, president of the Skills
USA club. "Once the clock starts, it is all about who knows their car and knows how to get the job done."
The manner in which the students expand their auto knowledge will not be limited to competition or the classroom.
Students in the program will perform a couple different community service projects during the course of the year,
including winterizing cars for the elderly.
Every time students work inside the red project car or glance at the hood hanging on the wall, they will be reminded of
a fallen Auto Tech classmate, Caleb Bradley, who died last March.
Seniors Heather and Stephanie Bearden, who often work together on projects in the stripped down car, have dubbed
the '98 Oldsmobile Achieva "the Bradley car."
"This car and whatever projects we do this year are in memory of Caleb," Heather said.
The girls, both in the upper level Auto Tech class, share a few laughs as they drill into "the Bradley car."
Though both admit that working in the shop is the most fun part of their school day, neither is sure whether she wants
to pursue a career in auto mechanics or an extended shop education.
"Right now we just worry about getting things right," Heather said. "Later we may try to open a shop together, but we
have to master the Bradley car first."
Students of Dawson County High School Auto Tech Class:
Dear Mr. Richey and students:
I am completely over whelmed by the article in the Dawson Living paper. The article spoke of you naming a car that
your working on the “ Bradley Car” for Caleb.
He is probably grinning from ear to ear knowing that you are thinking of him and naming the car your working on for
him. He loved cars and trucks.
I will never know all the people he touched while he was here, but I know he did touch a lot of hearts. Anyone that knew
Caleb knew he had a good heart. His memory is all we have left of him and I know there are a lot of memories for you,
spending everyday all day in school there is no way you can not have them. I am so very happy that you had the
opportunity to know him, his fun loving ways, with his big brown eyes and curly big hair.
Being without him is a challenge for me everyday and knowing that in a way all of you will remember him in some way
makes me think all this had to happen for a reason.
I wish you luck on the Bradley car I hope you guys win. I know Caleb is there in spirit cheering you on. (Never hurts to
have an angel in your corner.)
I am sending you a Caleb angel pin to add to the car if you would like it.
Sincerely,
Lynette
Caleb’s mom
Dear Mr. Richey and students:
I am completely over whelmed by the article in the Dawson Living paper. The article spoke of you naming a car that
your working on the “ Bradley Car” for Caleb.
He is probably grinning from ear to ear knowing that you are thinking of him and naming the car your working on for
him. He loved cars and trucks.
I will never know all the people he touched while he was here, but I know he did touch a lot of hearts. Anyone that knew
Caleb knew he had a good heart. His memory is all we have left of him and I know there are a lot of memories for you,
spending everyday all day in school there is no way you can not have them. I am so very happy that you had the
opportunity to know him, his fun loving ways, with his big brown eyes and curly big hair.
Being without him is a challenge for me everyday and knowing that in a way all of you will remember him in some way
makes me think all this had to happen for a reason.
I wish you luck on the Bradley car I hope you guys win. I know Caleb is there in spirit cheering you on. (Never hurts to
have an angel in your corner.)
I am sending you a Caleb angel pin to add to the car if you would like it.
Sincerely,
Lynette
Caleb’s mom
Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
For the break that will make it OK
There's always some reason to feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction or a beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
Let me be empty and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
In the arms of the Angel far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here
So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference, escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees
In the arms of the Angel far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
In the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here
You're in the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here
For the break that will make it OK
There's always some reason to feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction or a beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
Let me be empty and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
In the arms of the Angel far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here
So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference, escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees
In the arms of the Angel far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
In the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here
You're in the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here
Caleb and Garry's truck they worked
on when Caleb was there
on when Caleb was there
Heather Bearden, left and Stephanie Bearden work on the
project car in Auto Tech Calss at Dawson County High
school. They have named it "The Bradley Car" in memory
of classmate Caleb Bradley, who died in March.
project car in Auto Tech Calss at Dawson County High
school. They have named it "The Bradley Car" in memory
of classmate Caleb Bradley, who died in March.