Ramblin' Thoughts From A Weary Mind

Reverend Louis R. Perry...my grandfather. He died when I was two.... Somewhere in my mind, I have a recollection of him. I confess that I'm not sure if it is a real one, or one I constructed from the stories that my mother told me. My grandfather had a pocket watch, as did most men of his day, and he would place it on his knee so I could put my ear to it and listen to the ticktock of the workings. I have that watch today, and at some point I will pass it on to my grandson. There are a lot of unfilled spaces in my family history that I wished I knew more about. Things such as "when was my grandfather called into the ministry"....."Where was the first church he was pastor of."  I know that he was at Cherry Street Baptist for a while, and eventually at Liberty Baptist located in Painter community up on Sand Mountain. In fact, Liberty Cemetery is where he and my grandmother, Alice Perry, are buried. The first Sunday in May is decoration day there and my moth...

Oh my goodness......1977... Might as well have been 100 years ago.... Look at this bunch will you... What would I tell that young man with the beard if I could travel back and meet with him? The main thing would be to say..."Enjoy every moment because it will be gone before you know it." Don't let your selfishness get in the way of being a father. Don't wish your live away and at the same time do nothing to prepare for what lies ahead. What does lie ahead? Some dark times.... Some hard times.... Some good times.... Some happy times.... What about the little boy on the right? My oldest son... I would probably be a bit more diligent in being a father than I was... I'd love to tell him how things turn out in his life, but as Jack told us all in "A Few Good Men"...."You can't handle the truth!" Oh, this little boy will grow to handle the truth and a whole lot more. He will walk down paths that I never thought he would, and he wo...