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There are several things I remember about Doc Flannagan. I am not too sure about the spelling or his initials of W. A. He was a paratrooper in World War II. I an pretty sure that he had some decorations as a soldier. I do know that he was a great guy and well liked. He worked for Gulf Oil in the Sandhills area. I first knew him when I came to Crane in 1936. I also knew his mother, Mrs. Flannagan. I repeat this name because Doc changed his name after his mother passed away. He changed it to Haswell. I once knew why, but I do not now. In the 1950's Neal Cook and I had a grocery store across from the Methodist Church. It was where Duckwall's is now. At the time, there was a rash of looting around the country. Doc came in one day and told me and Neal that if this situation came to Crane, he was taking a stand with his rifle behind some big arborvitaes there across the street. Enough said. Now for the sad remembrance. He and Blackie Padgett were in a car with my brother, Garl, on a Saturday night in McCamey when my brother was killed in a one car accident. My brother was 27 years old and worked with Doc for Gulf. |