Mr. O.F. Callahan Jr., 88
Mr. O.F. Callahan Jr., 88, of Hazlehurst, passed away June 19 following an extended illness.
Mr. Callahan was born in Montgomery County to the late Oscar Franklin Callahan Sr. and the late Mary Hutcheson Callahan. He was a veteran of the United States Army. He retired after 28 years of teaching industrial arts at Jeff Davis High School and was the founder of Callahan Nursery and Landscaping where he worked most of his life.
He was a member of First Baptist Church of Hazlehurst and was an avid fisherman, which was his only hobby. He is preceded in death by his sister, Dorothy Craft Keen and brother, Lee Callahan.
He is survived by his wife of 63 years, Grace Moseley Callahan of Hazlehurst; sons,
Mark G. Callahan of Hazlehurst and Franklin E. Callahan (Marie) of Starkville, Miss.; sisters, Lett Toler of Philadelphia, Penn., and Jewell Callahan of Atlanta; and numerous nieces and nephews.
Graveside services were held June 22 at Moseley Cemetery with the Rev. J. Barry Owens officiating.
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Mr. Callahan, you were the best school teacher I ever had. There are plants I bought from you that are still living and will still be there when I get to join you on the other side. You were not only the best teacher but you were the best friend of my entire family. You may have never known how much you helped my self-esteem when you asked me to tutor the other students in drafting class. That was a time I will never forget. You inspired me to be an inventor and I hold two patents today and could have more patents if I wanted to spend the money on applications. You were a great advisor on life and I do wish we could have had more time together. Every time we ran across one another in town you seemed to light up and greet me with the biggest smile. Hazlehurst could be a better place if it had a dozen more like you. I am looking forward to meeting up with you when I get to Heaven, too. I will celebrate your life longer than the sadness of passing.