from June 1, 2014
Starting with my grandfather, Floyd Walker, Sr., (Bebaw),
the Walker men
always called me Hoss. Junior was the last one to call me that. I asked Libby
if she could scan the actual note for this message, so you could see the actual
handwriting. I imagine that the “Arkansas State Reading Council 1995” notepaper
was left over from my Aunt Glenda’s teaching career.
This photo shows Junior at left with the hat and blue shirt.
Uncle Israel Walker, center, my grandfather’s youngest brother, and Aunt Bonnie
Thornhill, at right, his youngest sister, pose with Junior. Aunt Bonnie’s son, Richard,
is behind her, and grips her right arm. All four have passed on.
The second photo shows Aunt Bonnie’s youngest daughter,
Linda, and her husband, Ricky Willett. Linda and I were in first grade together
at Redwater, all twelve grades in one school. Our class had 16 boys and 4
girls. I always wondered how their senior prom came out. Linda has also been
one of my most stalwart supporters, since the beginning of this life in Hell.
Sadly, Ricky also passed away.
Linda recently sent me a letter with photos she took of the
old home places where we all used to live, several centuries and lifetimes ago,
it seems. Brought tears to my eyes. Thanks, Linda.
Charlie
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