From Grandfather, to Father, to Myself

I was in line to carry on this male tradition in our family. Grandfather had his character molded not by a loving mother, which he experienced only during his babyhood, but in the cruel tradition of slavery with his foster parents, followed by the discipline of Civil War duty, and then the manly building of America. My father was only three when his mother (my grandmother) died; he was raised totally by Grandfather and learned the male customs of that time by his constant life with Grandfather.

I, in turn, spent many, many hours with my father who had his office at home and passed on to me the philosophies that he believed in. Mother was totally supportive of Father; she lived and breathed for him. She was always so selfless that it was really Father who counted in matters of family tradition.

Although Father had only a high school education he made the most of the opportunities he had; for example, he read every book in the local library one winter and in later life used to engage in learned discussions on history with Judge Gipson, among others.

Father had learned a lot about basic values of life and about entrepreneuring, and he wasn’t at all reluctant to go it alone in following his ideas. This was my tradition to follow.


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