Moved from Anniston, Alabama to Los Angeles California in 1941, a house painter by trade. He was very good with his hands. He made his own fishing lures, birdhouses and toys for us kids. He always had the most beautiful vegetable garden no matter where they lived or how small the yard was. It was fascinating to see him train wild birds to eat out of his hand. Grampa Bill was the source of wonderful stories about growing up in the Alabama countryside hunting squirrels and rabbits with his father, finding civil war artifacts & learning to drive in an old Model A.
He was a quiet, thoughtful man. I remember once asking why he didn't talk more and he told me, "Lots of folks seem to talk too much when they don't have nothin' to say". I always thought he was a very wise man.
Animals & kids just gravitated to him. He had an old scrawny "yeller tomcat" (his description) that wandered into his yard and stayed for about 10 years. The cat followed him everywhere and didn't care about anyone else but "Grendenny". (A term us kids used instead of grandaddy)
"Grendenny" Bill was a wonderful man whom we loved very much. We were lucky to have him in our lives and will never forget him.
At the time of his death, he was survived by his wife Ruby, son Eugene, 6 grandchildren and 1 greatgrandson.
Moved from Anniston, Alabama to Los Angeles California in 1941, a house painter by trade. He was very good with his hands. He made his own fishing lures, birdhouses and toys for us kids. He always had the most beautiful vegetable garden no matter where they lived or how small the yard was. It was fascinating to see him train wild birds to eat out of his hand. Grampa Bill was the source of wonderful stories about growing up in the Alabama countryside hunting squirrels and rabbits with his father, finding civil war artifacts & learning to drive in an old Model A.
He was a quiet, thoughtful man. I remember once asking why he didn't talk more and he told me, "Lots of folks seem to talk too much when they don't have nothin' to say". I always thought he was a very wise man.
Animals & kids just gravitated to him. He had an old scrawny "yeller tomcat" (his description) that wandered into his yard and stayed for about 10 years. The cat followed him everywhere and didn't care about anyone else but "Grendenny". (A term us kids used instead of grandaddy)
"Grendenny" Bill was a wonderful man whom we loved very much. We were lucky to have him in our lives and will never forget him.
At the time of his death, he was survived by his wife Ruby, son Eugene, 6 grandchildren and 1 greatgrandson.
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