West Asheville. Hank Williams, Jr., David Allen Coe and Waylon Jennings.
Friday, April 11, 2008
Victor Allen Grace
My plan is to post some images of family, starting with my maternal side. This is my maternal grandfather, Victor Allen Grace, born June 21, 1902. He was from a pretty large farming family in Shorterville, AL. Thanks to Victor and my grandmother we have a nice-sized farm there today. Victor married my grandmother Dorothy Moore Barnette (Dot) when he was thirty-five. She was ten years younger. Dot always said that Victor's dashing good looks made him a big catch in his day. In fact, she said he had quite the reputation for being a ladies man. All that was cured, she said laughingly, when she came along. Victor died of an aneurysm on September 11, 1975 while watching an episode of The Waltons. I just know that my grandmother could never watch The Waltons again after that. A few things I remember about Victor: When I would stay over at their home, Dot would put some of his after-shave on me after my bath. Inevitably, Dot would open the bathroom door and tell me to run over to Granddaddy. He would swoop me up in his arms and say, "Booooy, what's that you're wearing? You're not wearing Granddaddy's favorite after-shave, are you?" I would just smile from ear-to-ear. Granddad Victor would also go fishing and bring his catch back to the house, backing his truck up to the front door. From that spot, he would clean the fish. I can remember walking around on the back of the truck and feeling a bit fascinated by it all. Then, there were times on "lazy" afternoons when I would be sitting on the opened tailgate of his truck, which was parked underneath a carport shed in the backyard. Granddad Victor would take a sugarcane stalk, peel part of it and then cut off chunks for me to chew. That's a very fond memory, and I'm sure my siblings experienced it too. Finally, there were times when I would be lying down on the backseat of Victor's and Dot's car, in and out of sleep. They would be returning from Dothan down the four-lane, just getting into Headland, en route to Shorterville. As they neared the Headland Tastee Freeze I could feel the vibration and hear the sound of the car going over the little speed markers. It was my clue that we were in familiar territory.