LINWOOD A. WICKETT
August 7, 1911 – February 5, 2007
LINNIE WICKETT’S CHAIR
At Old Town Canoe
In the boiler room
Sits an old wooden chair
Tattered and worn.
Some often wondered
Why they kept it around
But it was a man’s favorite place
When he had to sit down
Linnie Wickett
Kept his watchful eye
Over the fires and the boilers
Many days, and many nights
When the fires were secure
Safely giving their heat
At times Linnie Wickett
Would nod off to sleep
Sometimes when the boss
Found Linnie there
He woke him with chuckles
From that comfortable chair
Linnie was a clown
And so were his friends
Who’d sometimes awake him
With a very loud bang
The chair was hand built
Before forty-six
Charlie Fraser used boards
And the mill’s scraps and sticks
Charlie taught Linnie
The tools of the trade
And how to skillfully use
The chair he had made
Linnie adopted the chair
When Charlie moved on
And over the years
It got tattered and worn
Followers of Linnie
Adopted the chair
And found such a comfortable
Resting place there
It was still kept for comfort
At Old Town Canoe
But mostly for the memories
By the friends Linnie knew
Linnie has moved on
To a new resting place
And is living in peace
Beyond the heavenly gates
But the memories remain
For those left down here
Of Linnie, his stories
And his favorite chair
By Linwood B. Wickett (his son)
February 10, 2007
Thank you to Linnie’s many friends
at Old Town Canoe for preserving
his chair and the memories.
August 7, 1911 – February 5, 2007
LINNIE WICKETT’S CHAIR
At Old Town Canoe
In the boiler room
Sits an old wooden chair
Tattered and worn.
Some often wondered
Why they kept it around
But it was a man’s favorite place
When he had to sit down
Linnie Wickett
Kept his watchful eye
Over the fires and the boilers
Many days, and many nights
When the fires were secure
Safely giving their heat
At times Linnie Wickett
Would nod off to sleep
Sometimes when the boss
Found Linnie there
He woke him with chuckles
From that comfortable chair
Linnie was a clown
And so were his friends
Who’d sometimes awake him
With a very loud bang
The chair was hand built
Before forty-six
Charlie Fraser used boards
And the mill’s scraps and sticks
Charlie taught Linnie
The tools of the trade
And how to skillfully use
The chair he had made
Linnie adopted the chair
When Charlie moved on
And over the years
It got tattered and worn
Followers of Linnie
Adopted the chair
And found such a comfortable
Resting place there
It was still kept for comfort
At Old Town Canoe
But mostly for the memories
By the friends Linnie knew
Linnie has moved on
To a new resting place
And is living in peace
Beyond the heavenly gates
But the memories remain
For those left down here
Of Linnie, his stories
And his favorite chair
By Linwood B. Wickett (his son)
February 10, 2007
Thank you to Linnie’s many friends
at Old Town Canoe for preserving
his chair and the memories.
