My friend, Agnew Peacock
By Loran Smith
Administrative Assistant, UGA football club
Agnew Peacock was a rock of a man in his days of yore. The passing years, however, bought about a decline with his health that made him compatible with the notion that sometimes it is better to leave this sometimes discordant world than to remain with agony riding shotgun in your life.
Likely, there are many who will take in the following personal ruminations without knowing my neighbor and close friend who lost a battle with lymphoma and other complications a few days ago. Agnew died in a hospital, longing to be home.
You did not have to know my altruistic friend to appreciate his remarkable selflessness and modesty.
Perhaps there is one in your circle of friends. One in your neighborhood. I wish for every neighborhood, for every street, every neighbor an Agnew Peacock.
In his youth, Agnew was one who seemed physically indestructible. He could build and fix with the best. Nobody could make do better than Agnew.
He gloried in being able to work. It was as if God had said to him, “I have given you two hands. Let them never be idle.”
Those who knew my friend were keenly aware that never in his life, did he keep company with idleness.
When the sun came up, Agnew joined Ol’ Sol for a long day of manual labor, glorying in earning his bread by the sweat of his brow.
He went through life with a sobering half-grin, half-smile that emanated from the kindest and gentlest heart. He could not have brought himself to do bodily harm to another human being unless his family or his property were threatened.
Had that ever come about, the perpetrator would have soon realized he had made a very foolish mistake.
My guess is that Agnew moved across the street from us at least 35 years ago. It wasn’t long before I began singing his praises as the “World’s Greatest Neighbor.” We were always pleased to host a party and include Agnew and Hilda.
I would introduce him with the aforementioned sobriquet, which brought about a blushing moment for Agnew, but it really was true.
We loved introducing our friends to the “World’s Greatest Neighbor.”
Agnew abstained when it came to alcohol. He preferred a vegetable diet, but that does not guarantee greater longevity, but he left behind a legacy that could be envied by the Pope. I don’t know if St. Peter needed a carpenter when Agnew Peacock showed up last week, but if heaven needs any “fixing-up,” the right man is now on the scene.