A to Z Challenge G Ghosts in the Mississippi Red Dust: An Ode to a Unique Grandfather

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When I found out you traveled home, I knew to share my memories of you and Mississippi. You lived over ninety plus years and I am blessed to have been a part of 43 of those. I am the second oldest of your grandchildren.  Grandpa when I think about you:  I think about you and your brothers sitting on the porch telling tall Mississippi tales about all types of things. The laughter that came from you and those men filled the piney woods from the roots to the tree tops.  Grandpa when I think of you: I think about you plowing an old wood plow with Smut and making rows for butter beans, peas, watermelons, tomatoes, and pepper. When I think of you: I think about your wife Alberta, or as you called her Bert. I remember hog killings and a huge iron kettle of hog crackers being stirred by grandma with an ax handle. I remember her milking a cow every morning and making butter

`           Grandpa when I think of you: I think about you speeding up the highway kicking up rocks behind you as you go. Grandpa when I think of you I think about Blues music and how you instilled the love of the Blues in your daughter, my mother. Grandpa when I think about you: I think about going up to my Aunt Crittie’s house and playing with my cousins until the sun sank behind the pines and laced the sky in pink. Grandpa when I think about you: I think about Sunday mornings with Junkyard Dog, Dusty Rhodes and Hacksaw Jim Dugan. All I can hear is “Get em Dog,  get em” 

Grandpa when I think of you: I think about how you buried three daughter,  a wife and managed to carry on. Grandpa when I think of you: I think about you are the last of a generation that has now all past away. Grandpa when I think of you: I think about how blessed you were to live as long as you did. Grandpa when I think of you: I think about Ghosts in the Mississippi Red Dust. Ghosts that rise in my head and paint pictures of my youth as I played in this yard and hugged my granny goodbye when we left Sunday evening. I love you grandpa and know your three daughters, your precious Bert, and your brothers and sisters are waiting for you. Now pull up a chair on a cloud and tell some tales and laugh as you did in your youth. Thanks for the memories and God Speed.

 

Estacious.