Gold Wing Road Riders Association

Louisiana Chapter M - Mudbugs

South Central Region H
Deridder, LA

Sherwood "Pops" Goins

14 March 1921 - 26 August 2013



Slideshow Celebrating Pop's Life Contributed by George

Celebration of Life services for Sherwood Goins, 92, will be held at 10 a.m., Thursday, August 29, 2013 in the chapel at Hixson Funeral Home in DeRidder, La., with Bro. Rod Martin and Bro. Mickey Searels officiating. Interment will immediately follow on the grounds of Dry Creek Cemetery in Dry Creek, La. Family will welcome guests for visitation in the chapel of Hixson Funeral Home in DeRidder, La., on Wednesday, August 28, 2013 from 5-9 p.m. Sherwood Goins was born March 14, 1921 to the late Ben and Bessie Goins and was called home August 26, 2013. Sherwood was married to his lovely wife Lilla, for 58 years. Mr. Goins was also a WWII veteran and loved serving his country and was proud of his services. He was a machinist for PPG for 30 years and a member of Gold Wing Chapter. He became Top Recruiter in 2011 for Gold Wing Road Rider Association. Mr. Goins was an avid outdoorsman and was President of 3 Bridges Hunting Club. He loved spending his time hunting, fishing and was a member of Shiloh Church. Mr. Goins was a proud lifelong resident of Dry Creek, La. Sherwood is preceded in death by his wife, parents, sister, Jewel Brumley; children, Merlyn Wallace, William Perkins, Linda Smith, Rodney Goins.Left to cherish memories of Sherwood Goins will be his sister, Irene Lancois; niece, Sharon Jeans; son, Marvin Goins; seven grandchildren, fifteen great-grandchildren, as well as many loved and appreciated friends. A special companion for 8 years, Betty Burley.The family would like to send a special thank you to Stanley Long and Vicky Bailey.

Keep On Moving
by Curt Iles

The colorful three-wheeled motorcycle angled into the Dry Creek Post Office

parking lot. The rider was festooned in leather clothing, a helmet, goggles,

and a pair of riding boots. Evidently, this man is evidently serious about

his craft. Taking off his helmet reveals a Harley do-rag worn by an old man.

Not kind of old, but very old. His stiffness in climbing off the trike (what

they officially call 3-wheeled cycles) reinforces the picture that this

motorcycle rider is well advanced in years.


It is then I realize the rider is my friend Sherwood. If someone asked me,

"Who have you learned the most from in the last several years?" I believe I

would answer unhesitantly, "An octogenarian named Sherwood." An octogenarian

is someone in their eighties. Men of this age group have seen much of life.

They started life in a time of great change and human advancement. They were

shaped by two world-changing events: The Great Depression and World War II.

They have survived through the succeeding decades as times, values, and the

world changed. In summary, they have a lot to offer. That is why I want to

introduce you to Sherwood.


Sherwood Goins is eighty-four years old. He is a tall country man who has

lived a lot of life. He fought the Japanese in the jungles of the Pacific.

After the war, he married, raised a family and worked hard to provide for

them. I remember over a decade ago, when he was a "young man" in his

seventies, how he still cut firewood to sell in the community. One of my

favorite snapshots of Sherwood is when the tombstone company came to install

his grave vault and headstone at the cemetery. I worked with him on

selecting the spot where he and his wife, Lilla, would be buried. They were

both battling cancer and he told me he wanted to be prepared.


On the day that the vault company arrived at Dry Creek Cemetery to dig the

graves, I went down to check on the progress. Driving up I saw a sight that

made me laugh as well as inspired me. As the gravedigger worked his backhoe

digging the holes, there sat Sherwood Goins in his canvas folding chair with

a thermos of coffee beside him on the ground. Sherwood was personally

inspecting to ensure that the vaults were placed exactly right.


When the old gravedigger, whom I've worked with for years, took a break, he

called me over. As he spat a stream of dark tobacco, he said, "Son, I've dug

a lot of graves in my time, but I don't believe I've ever had a man bring

his chair and coffee bottle to watch me dig his own grave."


Sherwood is a very special character and friend. And he is my friend. I

can't recall the exact day when we became dear friends, but that is how we

feel about each other. We became close during the time of his wife Lilla's

cancer and subsequent death. I helped him bury his wife of 58 years. It was

so painful to watch his grief at losing his partner of a lifetime as we

stood with him at the funeral and gravesite. Because of his own battle with

cancer, advanced age, and the weight of grief he carried, I'm sure many

wondered that day at his beloved wife's burial how long it would be before

we also laid Mr. Sherwood beside her at Dry Creek Cemetery.


However, in spite of his great grief, Sherwood Goins made up his mind to

fully live out his remaining days. This did not mean he mourned his wife any

less; it simply meant he made a choice between sitting at his house in a

chair and withering away or getting out and living whatever time he had

left. The choice Sherwood made, and the lessons we've learned from it, was

to get out and live. To combat the depression and loneliness he was

experiencing, Sherwood Goins bought his first motorcycle at the advanced age

of eighty-four!


Now, he'd never even ridden one before, but that didn't stop him from

following his dream of owning and riding a motorcycle. The bike he had

purchased wasn't just any motorcycle. It was a Honda Gold Wing Motor Trike,

a three-wheeled cobalt-blue beauty. He was stiff as he got off the bike. I

stood amused as it took nearly a minute for this tall man to unlimber

himself from the saddle. Any motorcycle riding man past eighty years old has

the right to be a little stiff when he climbs off his bike! Soon Sherwood

was motoring around the area going to eat out, taking trail rides with

clubs, and letting the wind blow in his face. He'd made a decision: he was

going to live out his days. He saw this bike as the antidote to the poison

of sitting at home, looking out the window, missing his wife, and simply

withering away.


In an interview with the Lake Charles American Press, he spoke about his

philosophy of life, "Life hasn't been soft, but it's been good. I don't

complain. There's no point in it. You're only here one time, and you have to

be man enough to take what you get. That's how I see it." I think back to

how many doctors and counselors have shared the difficulty of getting

depressed patients out of the house and be active. I understand about that

because a symptom of depression is a wish to be isolated and left alone.

However, it is the worst thing you can do. It doesn't help at all. In fact,

it's counterproductive to getting well. Mr. Sherwood Goins' prescription is

a pretty good one: Get out and get going.


It's the same philosophy another of my octogenarian friends lives by. His

name is Erik Pederson. Erik has always been one of my favorite Dry Creek

friends. He and Sherwood are about the same age. They also share another

commonality: They are both cancer survivors who have chosen to keep on

living. Erik has always shared this statement with me, "They ought to stamp

on every birth certificate, 'Keep Moving.'"


Erik Pederson, the son of Danish immigrants, has kept moving-living life to

the fullest. Retirement has never been in his vocabulary. To him, keeping on

moving means to keep living. To keep living means to never truly retire.

Erik always has a reason to get up in the morning. During his busy day, he

spreads good will and cheer throughout our community. I would daresay that

he is Dry Creek's most beloved and best-known citizen. Although the cancer

in his leg has slowed him down, Erik is still pushing, living, and being an

inspiration to our community. When I saw him recently, he described himself

by telling a story about an American flag that had been through the many

wars our country had fought. As a result the flag was battle-worn, faded,

and tattered. The old flag speaks of its long life to an observer: "I'm in

pretty good shape for the shape I'm in."


As Eric Pederson told me that story he winked at me and added, "Well, I'm

kind of like that flag, I'm in good shape for the shape I'm in." Once again,

I was being taught a lesson by this man I admire so deeply. The choice that

every person faces in his or her life is like Erik's: When faced with great

difficulty, what will I do? Difficulty can be spelled plenty of ways:

illness, grief, depression, financial or career setbacks, or divorce. The

list could go on and on. The choice is this: Will I sit here and sink deeper

in the mire of this problem or will I choose to keep going? It is a choice

you, and only you, can make.


A small, nervous dog named Eddie just taught me a life lesson on this

subject of "Keep on Moving." Eddie is our eight-year-old rat terrier. He is

skittish, jumpy and often suspicious of me. I can give him one flea shampoo

bath and he will run from me for the next three weeks. Eddie prefers to stay

in the carport or garage closet. Left to himself he will spend the entire

day in the darkened closet sleeping on an old rubber boot. Not long ago on a

particularly sunny and pleasant day, I'd seen enough. I told him, "Eddie,

you're going to get depressed lying right there. You need to get out and get

some fresh air and sunshine. You'll feel better when you do." Much to his

disappointment I scooped him off his beloved boot and carried him outside. I

shut the closet and pulled down the garage door. Eddie had no choice but to

be outside. This has been going on for about two weeks now.


The difference in Eddie's temperament and activity has been amazing. He has

been energetic, barking, and chasing squirrels again. He just needed to get

moving and get outside. Sometimes a change in environment-out of the dark

closet into the bright sunlight-can make a tremendous difference in one's

life whether man or dog. My friends Sherwood and Erik would put it this way:

"Keep moving; ride where the wind blows and live life. "Get outside. "Drink

life in-to the bottom of the cup. "Keep moving!"

Publication: American Press;  Date: May 3, 2005;  Section: Front Page;  Page: 1

84-year-old finds passion, solace in motorcycle

    DRY CREEK — It has taken 84 years for Sherwood Goins to find his passion.

    About a month ago, when Goins eyes fell upon a cobalt blue Honda Gold Wing Motor Trike, he knew just how he wanted to spend the rest of his life.

    "Unless you ride it, you don’t understand the whole story," Goins said.

    Every day — rain or shine — Goins climbs on his bike and rides all over Southwest Louisiana. Motorists traveling La. 113 through Dry Creek spot Goins most every day, taking it easy over the rolling hills through the piney woods.

    "If you don’t go slow, you miss a lot," Goins said.

    Buddy Perkins, Goins’ stepson, said that when Goins first bought his bike, family members were a little uneasy. Goins had never ridden a motorcycle, and had only watched Perkins and his three sons ride.

    "It’s amazing for a man who has never rode anything like that, and he’s 84 years old," Perkins said. "You don’t see people doing things like that. It’s fantastic to see the way he performs on that thing."

    But Goins wasn’t afraid to ride. He said he’s already been through some of the worst that life has to give. A few years ago, he lost his wife of 58 years to cancer, and Goins, who beat cancer nine years ago, was just diagnosed with cancer once more.

    Riding his bike makes him forget all those things, he said.

    "When you are on one of these, you are in a world by yourself. There’s nobody and nothing that can bother you," Goins said.

    Goins has also made a few friends since he’s had his bike. He’s ridden with a few motorcycle clubs, but says they go a "little too fast for him." In a few days, Goins’ 90-year-old sister will be visiting and has been looking forward to taking a ride, Goins said.

    He’s also sparked an interest among some of his

neighbors. Several have asked for rides, and Goins never disappoints.

    "He’s got a fan club — mainly women," Perkins said of Goins.

    Goins, a World War II veteran, is also an avid turkey hunter. He said he’s relying on his bike and hunting to keep him healthy and to keep him riding.

    ‘’Life hasn’t been soft, but it’s been good. I don’t complain. There’s no point in it," Goins said. "You’re only here one time, and you have to be man enough to take what you get. That’s how I see it."