Rick Mott

Ricky was a great brother-in-law. Ricky and I use the company truck to hunt possum at night and we would sell one for a dollar. This paid for our shotgun shells. The most important thing Ricky ever did for me was one Sunday at the old ranch he insisted to take Michael with him to go to Doris house to eat dinner. Linda and I were in the company truck and Ricky was right behind us. Suddenly as I was coming down a steep hill a lady turn right in front of us and I turn right to avoid a head on collision. We hit a ditch and the truck rolled over 3 1\2 times. Linda bounce around like ball while I held the steering wheel. If Ricky had not insisted on taking Michael in his car I do not know what would have happen. Truly God was protecting the family that day. This is sad times for Ricky family but it is called going home time. We simply return where we were originally came from. Mott family be bless and know my heart felt feeling for your lost.
With Love, Larry

Both me and my wife-Bonnie (formerly daughter of Sarah Brown who worked at Farm & Home and lived on 39th St.), remember Rick and Dad. Both drove Bonneville Pontiacs and we did tire business with them for many years. Rick's Blue convertible was the nicest car we had ever seen. They had good employee's and we loved doing business with them, even when they moved.
Sorry to see he left us so young. He was blessed with good family and friends.