Grandfathers hold special places in our memories. One of my grandfathers was quite elderly and infirm when I was a child and I barely remember him. The other grandfather, who I called Paw Paw, loomed large. He was born in North Carolina in 1908, the son of a restless tenant farmer. He died in 1990, age eighty-two. Here is what my father, Thomas Bruce Ya…
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to Baptists, Bootleggers, and Everything in Between to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.