Bus, Daddy, and W.C Hunter
Dick and Stanley Hunter
My daddy
would have turned 103 years old
yesterday, if he was still around.
When I was
growing up from age 7 to age 15 I lived in the same house that he lived in with
his family as a boy. It was on Manget
Street, on the edge what is now Larry Bell Park. Then, I think it was the country work farm .
There was an
old blind man named Charley who lived around the corner on Glover Street, right behind Glover
Machine Works. He and his elderly sister lived in the old
rackety unpainted shack, I think, until
they died. There was a clothes line that led from the back porch to their
outhouse. Not only did clothes hang on
the line but it was also a hand guide to get Charlie to the outhouse.
Charley knew
the Hunter boys well, Daddy and his seven brothers. Whenever I could I would drop by and visit Charley and his sister. He always had a funny story to tell of Daddy
and his brothers mischievous antics and pranks.
I remember
one time Charlie got a job as a taxi company dispatcher. I think he was meant for that job, he knew
the Marietta streets like the palm of his hand and had excellent diction. However, he didn't last in it long, he died.
Charlie was
buried in what is called a Potters Field, A.K.A. paupers' cemetery, which was off of Barnes
Mill Road. I think the I-75 came over
the area of the graves, and well, bye
bye remains. ...Probably.
I wish I had taken notes on the things Charley told me about the Hunter Boys. Now, I don't remember a damn thing.
c1918, Daddy, aka, Ed Hunter and his brother Jack
c1921 Daddy and older brother W.C., Unknown, and the Hunter family Cow
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