Kin folk

Saturday we buried my sweet Aunt Agnes. A tough lady who raised a good family and loved her husband, he departed many years ago.

Now sherry usually stays close to me to keep me out of trouble. She wasn’t close enough to me and I called Billy Paul, Harold.  I apologized when I heard Sherry say, this is Paul. There are things that I remember with some of the ones I know.

Bobby O, my double cousin. (Dad’s sister married mom’s nephew.) Not just me, but all the cousins loved to visit Uncle Irvin and Aunt Bert. They ran a General Store close to Laurens, SC. They also had a large farm. Bobby and I would play together and I would help (ha!) with the farm chores.

They had fireworks in South Carolina. Fireworks were outlawed in North Carolina in 1945-46. Anyway I had my first beer at ten years old. Bobby and I stole two Blatz Beers off a beer truck. Back every one (except me ‘n Bobby) were honest and they could haul pepsi’s, cokes and beer in unlocked trucks.

I guess I should have said I had my first ‘taste’ of beer at 10. One or two sips of that hot beer was all I could stand.  It was just about enough to make me pray thru and repent.

Yesterday I was remembering going to Agnes’s home. For a couple years I got to play with Dewey, he was the oldest son. But mostly I remember two big diesel trucks that Hisure (Aggie’s husband) owned. They were Akers Motor line trucks. He drove one and leased the other. Hisure taught my Brother Odis,to drive trucks.

I got to meet Henry Darnell’s son. I was stationed on Gitmo with Henry, he was a marine at Camp Buckley.

I also go to meet the grand daughter of Turner Darnell. Turner was the real black sheep of the family. He deserted his wife and daughter in about 1917 and did not show up again until 1952 at our house in Valdese, NC.

The latest info I learned was the minister at the funeral, Rev. Whitfield, who Shirl and Sherry say done a fantastic job, was my 3rd cousin. He was the son of the daughter that Turner had deserted.  Now I think I have that right!!

Anyway, it has been a weekend of ironies, joy and sadness. We buried Aggie and today will be at the wedding of our friend MaryAnn.

Best wishes and thanks for coming this way.

Nite Shipslog

PS:

The bible says weep at the birth and rejoice at the death. Tough order for humans, most of us did or will, cry over losing mama!!!

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1956 Desota!!!