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This is a story of a man I didn't know;
I just bore his last name so;
He was my fathers' father and he looked of African;
When I first saw my paternal grand father;
was the summer of 1969 ( I believe I was around 14 years old)
Never saw him until then;
His statue was of at lease 6 foot 7 seven inches
An old sticky-man
He was a grave digger (No for real)
In a town called Mounds Illinois
First time that I'd be there before
Told many of the towns people " I'm gonna bury ya all some day"
Had a shovel in his hands the first time I met him
(Yes! we were at a cemetery, that's another story to tell ya)
I was a teen then upon first meting him
My second cousin laughed and said give the boy some money

So he reached in his pocket and gave me a {quarter}
everyone laughed out loud, really?
I guess I should have kept it
that was 50 years ago in June
Never, ever saw him a second time nor ever again;
They said he lived on nothing..Had  money in his mattress
Family members stress this
He was so old he was here before my second cousin was (both born of Mid-Wife's

My second cousin was maybe 98 to a 100 then
Neither one had birth-certificates?
So Grand Pa Lee had many marriages, you see
but guess what he was never married really
Those younger women and family members rumored said to have robbed him blind
Guess that's sorta 
Perceived as out of order
To this day we yet laugh out loud grand was an original hoarder
Guess I should have kept that quarter
True story of a very old, very tall man.......you see
His name my paternal Grand Pa
Grand Pa
Ernest Lee


9/16/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©

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