the family farm back then was big, a few hundred acres. my dad and his brother nelson when they were young, planted and cultivated a strawberry garden. they were so proud of their garden. dad told my sister, “it was the only thing on the whole farm that was ours.” one day, with no explanation, my grandfather drove his tractor over their garden destroying it. dad said, “he didn’t need the land, I don’t know why he did it.” my sister and i can’t help but wonder what happened to our grandad in his childhood.
my dad was the only one of his siblings to leave roanoke. he yearned to be part of the budding aviation industry. when he was 19, he packed up his car and moved to washington, D.C., where he took a job with twa. the day he left, his family came outside to send him off, everyone but my grandfather. i don’t think my dad ever got over that. This is dad below when he was about 19, right before he left home.