My Maternal Grandfather (PaPa to me) died about a month before my eighth birthday, my Paternal Grandfather (Grandaddy) about a year later. PaPa was not quite yet 62 while Grandaddy was in his 80s & had been rather feeble for some time. I have many fond memories of both, but not hunting or fishing related.

Grandaddy had a Big Black TN Walking Horse, he named Dandy Boy. "No One" else could ride that horse but him. After he had got to the point he could no longer swing up astride his back there was a large rock out in their barn lot. He would saddle Dandy Boy & then climb up on that rock & make him come up beside it & swing on from there. If some visitor was there & he was "Showing Off" the horse he would tell him he wasn't close enough & make him come around again & get closer, sometimes two or three times until the horse was just about on the rock with him, then he would mount.

If anyone else tried to ride him he would rear & buck till he unseated them. I recall my Dad's older brother trying to ride him once & he had at one point gone put west & got some wild Mustangs & brought them back to TN & broke them, but he couldn't stay on Dandy Boy.

My dad kept a line of his descendants throughout most of the rest of his life.

My Paternal Grandmother's Father had been a boxer somewhere around New York in his younger days, but later on, had taken a job as a railroad detective in Memphis TN.
He went to make an arrest one day as a Hobo jumped train while coming into a station there & as he approached him the Hobo pulled a pistol & shot him dead. I think my Grandmother was just a very young girl at the time.

Last edited by 2-piper; 03/11/19 10:02 AM.
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