This remembrance of John Dial Langham was written by John Wallace Clark
While I was attending Grandpa's funeral my mind began to wander back to the experiences I'd had with him when I was growing up.
I remembered how big I felt when he let me drive his team of horses and how excited I was when we caught a fish or shot a dove.
Grandpa told me interesting stories about his early days in Indian Territory. He had known the infamous outlaw, Belle Starr.
We must have made quite a picture; for I was a little boy in the springtime of life, and he was well into the harvest time of his.
Grandpa was a real friend to all who knew him, but boys and girls were special. He was a good listener. He was never critical, and it was important to try to be the kind of person Grandpa was.
His calm acceptance of his place in life and his positive reaction to crises seemed to contribute to his happiness. He seemed to know more than the doctors about living a healthy life.
When the funeral sermon was over, I realized that I hadn't heard much of it. I looked at the wet eyes all over the auditorium. As we walked out of the little church, I saw that the churchyard was full of friends who could not get inside.
From somewhere out of the past, a quotation came to mind -- "The measure of success is not how much money one has earned or accumulated, but whether the world is better for his having passed through it." I suddenly realized that I had attended the funeral of a mighty successful man.
Even today I consider myself fortunate to have lived during his lifetime and to have been influenced by the man that we called Grandpa.