I can't tell you this man's story in an objective way; only a subjective way. Because I LOVED him. I respected him. I admired him. This was my beloved grandfather.
He was born at the end of the century before last, in 1898, one of 15 children. That's him, below, second from the end on the left in the back row. His name had been written above him. Alfred was his name.
World War ! called him away but miraclously, called him back!
He always had an interest in music and incidentally, had a very beautiful singing voice. He enrolled in music school and took every course he could. He ended up teaching music around the area that he lived in and wrote a number of songs over the years, which were published by Stamps Baxter Music (which was prominent in those days.) He was also friends with "Dad Speer" of the singing Speer family. Here is one of his songs:
As I said, Granddad never took no for an answer and in his younger years, owned a grocery store and later, a car dealership later followed by a long career. But nothing was as important to him as his family and here he was in his prime with his wife, son and daughter.
Here, he's posing with his sister-in-law, Beatrice.
Granddad was a very loyal man to his family and a very loving son to his mother. Here he is with his brothers and their mother, Mary Ann.
Granddad owned several businesses in his younger days, including Faulkner Motor Company, a car dealership. When he was around 40, he took a position with Luzianne Coffee Company for which he worked until his retirement. That job took him and his family to Kentucky and Florida before settling in Alabama.
Granddad was known everywhere he went as an honest and upstanding man. No one cursed in his presence.
See that pipe in his hand? He was known for his pipe. He did not smoke cigarettes but he loved his pipe. In fact, he had a collection of pipes.
After a quarter of a century with the company, Granddad retired from Luzianne Coffee Company with the proverbial gold watch. And here were his co workers to give him a retirement party. This picture made it into his local paper.
Here, Granddad was, with one of his grandchildren (me) in his early sixties. Granddad was so positive with me and my sister and cousins. He never criticized us but instead, praised us. I distinctly remember Granddad going to bed with me at night and telling me Bible stories. I'm afraid he may have embellished them a little such as when he told me that because Joseph was a good boy, his father let him go to store and buy some candy. But it's ok, it was my good grandfather and I think he got away with it. I also remember Granddad taking me - just him and me on a trip to Missouri to visit his brother. I couldn't have been more that 5 or 6. He was so good to me. If I had a nickle for every time I saw my grandfather lying in his bed at night reading his Bible, I would be rich.
I told you that Granddad praised us. He did but he also encouraged us. When I was a child, I was musically inclined - like him. He and I would sit at the grand piano and he would play and we'd would sing. Sometimes, I would play and we would sing. He was so proud that I had an interest in music that he INSISTED that I play the piano ANYTIME I wanted to as LONG as I wanted to. And in those days, I was so stupid that I did just that, not realizing that my patient grandfather was probably gritting his teeth as I played the piano at 10:00 at night while he was trying to sleep: my kind grandfather!
My grandfather was a very manly man who was very sure of himself. And yet, I remember seeing him cry the day that President Kennedy was assassinated. He was an open book. All of my youth, I witnessed him being kind to others, giving to those in need. I remember my grandmother saying that Granddad was so trusting that he would leave his warehouse (business products) unlocked and sometimes people would steal from him. He just didn't seem to care. I also remember him telling me to be sure and not gossip or talk about others. And indeed, I never heard Granddad bad mouth others.
Granddad was a man of great honesty and character. People watched how they behaved around him. We heard that many times. He was a man that treated others kindly, beginning with his own mother and father. But no one so more than with his wife. I grew up in his home and I witnessed that he treated her as the Queen that she was. Many many times, I woud see him come from the den into the ktichen where she would be and he would kiss on her and tell her how pretty she was. Remember, they were in their 60's by this time. I would often hear him tell her that THAT meal was the best one he had ever eaten. He saw to it that his wife had the latest gadgets on the market, the most beautiful furniture - whatEVER she wanted. And the only whipping that I can remember getting from him was because he thought that I had treated my grandmother with disrespect one time. He wouldn't have it!!!
One can't live one's life so uprightly without it being known. And Granddad was known in his community. When he turned 80, the local paper came out and did a story on him. Here it is.
One night, I was over at his house and as I was leaving, he asked me to kiss him goodnight. He had never done that before. I believe that he knew his time was drawing near. Because the next morning, my father, his son, found him lying sideways on his bed. We believe that he was attempting to put on his socks when death called his name. He was 86 years old. My grandmother called me and my aunt and we both arrived nearly together. I overheard my aunt whisper to herself: "My sweet daddy". My father wrote a tribute to his father and had it published in the local paper. He ended his tribute with "Good night, sweet Prince".