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Carl L. Pickett

December 23, 1932 ~ December 25, 2023 (age 91) 91 Years Old

Carl Pickett Obituary

Carl Lewis Pickett, 91 of Whitwell, passed away Christmas Day on his farm with his children at his side. Oh what a gift he was to all who knew him. He was the best son, brother, husband, father, uncle, cousin, papa and great papa we'll ever know. Having three children before age 20 earned him the nickname "little dad" and lots of older men still called him that to this day, especially those in "sweetwater" who sat under the big oak tree by the well or on a bench at AC Terry's store.
As a 10 year old boy, he plowed Teague bottoms with a mule and I'm sure he ate nothing the entire day because when we were out working on the farm he wouldn't stop until we finished no matter if it was 100° or 3:00. I can still hear mom yelling for him to get in the house or she was going to throw rocks at him...he never looked up, just kept working..
He ran a sawmill, worked in the mines, worked for Raines Brothers as a carpenter, hunted, owned and operated Pickett's Grocery with mom for 20 years, then became a farmer, cattleman and a world traveler... He truly was a "Jack of all trades." He loved working the farm and took great pride in how it looked. A lot of you saw him bush hogging this year while driving on highway 28. He worked tirelessly. To us, the farm is beautiful and we will work hard to keep it this way in he and moms honor.
He'd get up early, eat a really big breakfast and we would talk about what we were going to do that day... Not relax, work. That's what he did best. Working made him happy. Even when we'd get tired and hungry he'd push us to keep going, just one more thing, then another...he didn't give up or out easily. He was so strong willed and that blood flows in us as well so he'll always really be here continuing his work through us. What a great example he was to all who took the time to watch and listen.
Mom and dad had a great life together. They ran Pickett's grocery for years developing friendships, showing small town kindness and helping so many people along the way with money or groceries when times were hard. That's what made dad and mom successful, they shared when they could. There was more than a pack of chewing gum thrown into those paper sacks. His working hands put it there. They worked seven days a week for years then finally started closing on Sundays so he could catch up on farm work. After retiring in their mid 50's we took them on their first beach trip. Dad wore his farm boots on the beach which was hilarious but he got the travel bug so they bought a camper and a boat and it was bye-bye to those two country bumpkins. They started fishing and often took grandkids with them. Then they traveled across the pond. We couldn't imagine those two in Paris but here they went and oh the tales they told. Dad's favorite was the man riding a bicycle in a Speedo and boots. They also spent a lot of time camping up and down Florida's coast sightseeing, fishing in the swamp and driving a pontoon boat in the ocean.
He and Landon started showing cattle in the late 70's and so the pig barn was turned into a cattle spa complete with shampoo and powders. Those white cows had to be spit shined. They traveled all over and won many awards but I'm betting the best rewards are in Landon's head and heart.
Dad loved giving advice. Some we took and some we laughed at. We laughed a lot. He was well known for saying "I'm not trying to tell you what to do but.."
Folks say all the time "you act just like your dad" and now I'm sure we'll all just smile and know we have something special. Dad was from the old school where love isn't talked about or shown much...we would tell him we loved him but he would just look at us. We would bust out laughing. He didn't have to say anything because we knew..Actions speak louder than words anyways.
As he got older we started seeing a softer side as he started dishing out compliments causing us whiplash and making us wish we'd been listening better since it wouldn't be repeated. He didn't chew his tobacco twice or mix words. He said what he meant and meant what he said.
He laughed and lit up like a Christmas tree when the grandkids came with their kids for Sunday dinner. He'd play with those great grandkids and tell them he loved them when they'd leave while trying to get them to stay giving tight hugs. He was so happy and they were too.
He loved music and listened to it nightly so we had classic country music playing for the past week but the leader of our band was getting tired and he seemed to look at us differently, with pride.. leaving us wanting more. He still threw in a few choice words when he didn't want us bothering him letting us know who was still the boss. Me and Landon of course would laugh because we'd heard those words a million times.
The emptiness and quietness in the house is deafening and I'm sure porch sitting will never be the same. So when y'all drive by on Hackworth Road or if you see us in the field while driving on highway 28 take the time to blow. It'll remind us who we do it all for. The Pickett Farm established in 1970 will live on.
Dad was preceded in death by his loving wife Peggy, parents Sam and Myrtle Pickett, brother Melvin, sisters Shirley, Dot and Carolyn.
Those left to continue his story are his children Rosa (Vernell) Powell, Landon (Cindy) Pickett, Gregory (Linda) Pickett and Donna Pickett. Grandchildren, Sammy (Janet) Williams, Cindy (Tony) Holmes, Chris (Alexis) Rogers, Avery (Mindy) Pickett, Darin (Brooke) Rogers, Baxter Pickett and Cassi Pickett. 13 great grandkids and 3 great great grandkids. A brother JC, his buddy he talked to everyday, sisters Mildred, Sue, Christine, Gail and Rita.

Family will receive friends 4PM-8PM, CST, Thursday, December 28, 2023.
                                        12PM-2PM, CST, Friday, December 29, 2023.

Graveside Service 2PM, CST, Friday, December 29, 2023, at Condra's Cemetery (just above Dad's farm on the right) officiated by our friend Roy Terry.

Pallbearers are Sammy Williams, Chris Rogers, Avery Pickett, Darin Rogers, Logan Holmes and Virgil Pickett

Arrangements by Whitwell Memorial Funeral Home, Inc. (423) 658-7777.

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December 28, 2023

4:00 PM to 8:00 PM
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