The Stories I remember - Baucom Stories - Uncle Homer Just Moved

I received an email from cousin James a few days ago. What a nice surprise awaited, old photos! It's always a treat when I get to see photos like that, and a treasure when I get a copy. So I wanted to share my treasure with you.

And it's always great to hear from cousin James in Colorado. He was always sort of a legend in our family. An engineer, he worked on rockets and did mysterious things like travel in his work. I don't recall that I ever met James or his brother Bennie until I was around 18 or 19 years old. But we really hit it off when I became old enough to have an appreciation for genealogy.

I remember being interested in family and family stories for as long as I can remember. Sometimes when I try and sleep, bits and pieces of the old stories nad memories of those who have gone on before me come to mind and flow through my thoughts like a smooth stream of cool water.

Some of the stories I remember happening. Like when dad knocked Uncle Mickey's trolling motor off the boat in the deep water in front of the dam.

But other stories I remember because someone took the time to tell it. Like Aunt Ruby insisting  everyone a snack or a glass of tea before she started telling us about James and Comer pulling the outhouse over on the old maid. She and Uncle Pat were the epitome of hospitality.

Or the story my dad told about him and uncle Mickey almost getting kicked out of Uncle Homer's funeral for getting the giggles. (At an inopportune moment, Mickey handed my dad a note he'd written that said "Uncle Homer just moved, I kid you not.") Mickey, 6 years older than my dad, could say something like this and keep a straight face. He was a master at that.

Or the story Mickey Jr. told me about driving out went to Colorado with Nanny and Papa and Papa getting mad somewhere around Memphis and them turning that car around and heading back to Birmingham. I think there is more to that story though because I have several photos of that trip and in those pictures they are way further west than Memphis.

But anyone who's ever ridden in a car with Comer Baucom could testify that he just as likely to get mad about something and turn the car around as he was to continue the journey.

To be continued.