![]() In one of these, a group of sailors was pictured aboard a PT boat, and there in the middle of the group was none other than John F. There were odds and ends for the most part, except for a stack of old candid black and white war photos in a dark red box. They say he's looked at the plot, but I'm not sure." I asked what all this was about, and what I got out of it was that said J.E., who managed the plots at the cemetery, had directed the funeral home about where Uncle Haywood was to be buried, but apparently, Aunt Ida was not all that happy with what she perceived as his uncertainty regarding my uncle's final resting place.Īfter a few minutes of animated conversation about J.E., we returned to my uncle's house in the town of Bemis, close by, and went through some of his possessions. "Peggy, I'm tellin' you, that derned old J.E. She nodded, as she always did, asked me how Karen and the girls were doing, then turned back to my mom. OK, thank you, and we'll see you tomorrow."Īunt Ida, who owned a busy beauty parlor in Trenton, Tennessee, hung up the phone, turned to me with a broad smile, and said, "Hey, sweetie! Why has it been so long since you've been up to see me?" At a loss for words, I apologized to her and said I'd try to do better in the future. ![]() "Now, I'm telling you, he does NOT know what he is talking about.yes, I KNOW he's been out there and he THINKS he knows where everything is, but I want someone to make sure.yeah, I think that will be fine. My mom gave me a hug, and Aunt Ida, who was engaged in a lively phone conversation, blew me a kiss and continued her side of what was obviously a rather spirited debate. I entered the building and was directed to a conference room, where my mother Peggy and her sister, my Aunt Ida, a steel magnolia of the highest order, were seated at the table. Smith & Sons Funeral Home, on Highway 45 south of Jackson. That part of the plan was executed without incident, and early Friday afternoon, I pulled up to George A. The week was a busy one for me, so I elected to fly from Atlanta to Memphis, where I would rent a car to drive up to Jackson for the weekend. ![]() I got the call one September morning that Uncle Haywood had died and that the funeral would be held in Jackson on the following Saturday.
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