Raymond was born on Jan 29, 1902 in Winfield, Marion County, Alabama to George Washington and Alice Maddox Nipper. His mother, Alice, died when he was only two years old. His father then married again. Raymond married Almer Stricklin, daughter of William Almos Stricklin and Willie Franks Stricklin, in the Doolin Community of Marion County on April 19, 1924. Raymond and Almer had their first child, L. J. Nipper, on August 9, 1925. He died before his second birthday. Raymond and Almer had another son, William Henry Nipper on January 26, 1927. They had their only daughter, Elouise, on February 3, 1929. Raymond and Almer lived the rest of their lives in Brilliant, Marion County, Alabama. Raymond died on February 10, 1996. He was a grandfather of one and a great-grandfather of two. Raymond was a very special person and is missed greatly.
We fondly called him B-Dad. I was always told that he had been a bootlegger in his younger years. One story told about him was he was on a run to deliver booze and some revenuers were chasing him. Well, he pushed his car to the limit and managed to get ahead of them. Then, he ran out of gas! Well, being the smart thinker he was, he just put the moonshine in the fuel tank and away he went! He went to fast the revenuers had no chance to find him. But, in the end his car was torn up from running that moonshine instead of gasoline! I can also remember going to on vacation to see B-Dad. We would stay in their home and have great times. I can always remember the outhouse! The women were sparred having to use it (after my arrival) but the men still used it. B-Dad, when he got older, would sit on the porch swing and tell me stories. Most were fascinating, but one story always sticks out in my mind--The Cigarrette Story. I don't remember all the details, but he sure wanted to make it clear to me to never smoke--and I never did-thanks to him! I miss hearing the stories and sitting with him on the porch now that he is gone. I loved him a lot and always will.
By: Rebekah
We fondly called him B-Dad. I was always told that he had been a bootlegger in his younger years. One story told about him was he was on a run to deliver booze and some revenuers were chasing him. Well, he pushed his car to the limit and managed to get ahead of them. Then, he ran out of gas! Well, being the smart thinker he was, he just put the moonshine in the fuel tank and away he went! He went to fast the revenuers had no chance to find him. But, in the end his car was torn up from running that moonshine instead of gasoline! I can also remember going to on vacation to see B-Dad. We would stay in their home and have great times. I can always remember the outhouse! The women were sparred having to use it (after my arrival) but the men still used it. B-Dad, when he got older, would sit on the porch swing and tell me stories. Most were fascinating, but one story always sticks out in my mind--The Cigarrette Story. I don't remember all the details, but he sure wanted to make it clear to me to never smoke--and I never did-thanks to him! I miss hearing the stories and sitting with him on the porch now that he is gone. I loved him a lot and always will.
By: Rebekah
Raymond was born on Jan 29, 1902 in Winfield, Marion County, Alabama to George Washington and Alice Maddox Nipper. His mother, Alice, died when he was only two years old. His father then married again. Raymond married Almer Stricklin, daughter of William Almos Stricklin and Willie Franks Stricklin, in the Doolin Community of Marion County on April 19, 1924. Raymond and Almer had their first child, L. J. Nipper, on August 9, 1925. He died before his second birthday. Raymond and Almer had another son, William Henry Nipper on January 26, 1927. They had their only daughter, Elouise, on February 3, 1929. Raymond and Almer lived the rest of their lives in Brilliant, Marion County, Alabama. Raymond died on February 10, 1996. He was a grandfather of one and a great-grandfather of two. Raymond was a very special person and is missed greatly.
We fondly called him B-Dad. I was always told that he had been a bootlegger in his younger years. One story told about him was he was on a run to deliver booze and some revenuers were chasing him. Well, he pushed his car to the limit and managed to get ahead of them. Then, he ran out of gas! Well, being the smart thinker he was, he just put the moonshine in the fuel tank and away he went! He went to fast the revenuers had no chance to find him. But, in the end his car was torn up from running that moonshine instead of gasoline! I can also remember going to on vacation to see B-Dad. We would stay in their home and have great times. I can always remember the outhouse! The women were sparred having to use it (after my arrival) but the men still used it. B-Dad, when he got older, would sit on the porch swing and tell me stories. Most were fascinating, but one story always sticks out in my mind--The Cigarrette Story. I don't remember all the details, but he sure wanted to make it clear to me to never smoke--and I never did-thanks to him! I miss hearing the stories and sitting with him on the porch now that he is gone. I loved him a lot and always will.
By: Rebekah
We fondly called him B-Dad. I was always told that he had been a bootlegger in his younger years. One story told about him was he was on a run to deliver booze and some revenuers were chasing him. Well, he pushed his car to the limit and managed to get ahead of them. Then, he ran out of gas! Well, being the smart thinker he was, he just put the moonshine in the fuel tank and away he went! He went to fast the revenuers had no chance to find him. But, in the end his car was torn up from running that moonshine instead of gasoline! I can also remember going to on vacation to see B-Dad. We would stay in their home and have great times. I can always remember the outhouse! The women were sparred having to use it (after my arrival) but the men still used it. B-Dad, when he got older, would sit on the porch swing and tell me stories. Most were fascinating, but one story always sticks out in my mind--The Cigarrette Story. I don't remember all the details, but he sure wanted to make it clear to me to never smoke--and I never did-thanks to him! I miss hearing the stories and sitting with him on the porch now that he is gone. I loved him a lot and always will.
By: Rebekah
