Frank Paris Hunter (1889-1950)

Frank Paris Hunter continued. This is directed at Frank Paris Hunter's grandchildren that were born after he died, before you got to met him. He died 20 March 1950. He died in the Old Hospital on Cherokee Street, in a top floor corner room on the south side over looking Victory Cab. He was 70 years old, 16 days away from being 71 He was a machinist. He worked for Glover Machinery where he got Daddy a job there, which was a mistake, Daddy was not very mechanical inclined which he handed down to me. He also went to work for other big companies that operated in Atlanta and Alabama. After he retired he apparently worked part time at a mattress company on Butler Street. Butler Street no longer exists. It is now a continuation of Atlanta Street. At the mattress company Frank became friends with a handful of drunks that also worked part time, off and on. This bunch of men was about Grandpa's age but they looked raggedy. I think they may have been homeless sleeping in boarding houses when they had some money. The may have been Marietta's first homeless. They might have inspired the building of homeless shelters in the Marietta area. The old men had no vehicle. Sometimes in the day time they would stand out in front of our house until I went and got Grandpa. "Grandpa! Your friends are here!" He would come out and they, as a bunch wondered down to the creek in Larry Bell Park. I think later, after Grandpa died his son W.C. began hanging out with the bunch of men. I saw W.C. with them at times walking towards the creek. W.C. was a WWII casualty. Since his he was wounded in the head and had to have a metal plate installed in his head. He spent the rest of his his life being a mental challenge.