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Written
by Don McGlohon
I was asked by Jim Kimmons and
Abbie Donald Evans to say a few words about my Daddy. How do you
say anything briefly about your Daddy? God rest his soul.
You never forget the times that you shared together with your
Daddy and especially the time of his death, above all. When I was
summoned to Eastman, I found out that some of daddy's friends
had taken him to the small hospital in Glenwood, Georgia.
After
locking dad's store, I returned to Glenwood and found my wife and daughter waiting
for me to tell me the sad news, that daddy had had a massive
heart attack. The man whom I idolized was going to die.
I was devastated, because he was my backbone throughout my whole
life. The one person that I could always go to.
I had to get some kind of composure for myself. At a time
like that you always turn to God. I called my preacher who
came immediately to the hospital. I told him the situation.
Now daddy was a man who always wanted to know his
business. The preacher agreed that I should tell him that
there was very little time left and that we should pray. I
remember putting my face next to daddy's face on the pillow and the
preacher put his face down on the other side . We prayed
for sometime until I could no longer stand it. I then
turned to my wife and asked her to stay, because I couldn't
watch him die.
After going into the hall and crying, I knew that I had to
call Jim. I called John B. Williams, my uncle and my daddy's brother-in-law, to get
in touch with Jim if he wanted to see Daddy alive. I was
waiting for Jim and John B. on the emergency ramp of the
hospital when the doctor came out and told me the sad news. Oh what a loss. I
could feel my heart trying to burst. I had never felt that
way before, except when Mama died, but at that time I had my
daddy left with me.
Jim and John B. arrived and we embraced and cried together,
after I had told them the sad news. I have never
felt so sorry for someone as I did for Jim and myself that
night, for Jim also lost a backbone.
Albert Genavy McGlohon
was born in Vidalia, Toombs County, Georgia on August 4, 1904
and died in Glenwood, Wheeler County Georgia, on April 14, 1976.
He was the son of a sawmill worker. His mother was owner
of a small grocery store. At the age of 13 his father died
and he dropped out of school to help support the family.
Daddy's mother, Leila, decided to move back to Eastman.
There, she had the opportunity to purchase the little wooden
store building which would become McGlohon's Grocery many years later.
After an unsuccessful store business she decided to move the
family (5 children) to Akron, Ohio in 1921. Jobs were
plentiful so Daddy racked balls at a pool room and delivered newspapers. Then he got
a job at Goodyear Tire Rubber Co. After a few years there,
he got gassed, and that destroyed part of his right lung.
During the depression, times were hard, so in the mid 1930's he
decided to go back down South to Eastman. He opened a
store at English Crossing for a short time. Then he got a job at the Eastman Ice
Plant delivering ice.
On one of his daily routes, he met a lovely young lady named Maggie
Mariah McCranie - that didn't work but he met her younger
sister, another pretty McCranie girl, Mollie
Idena McCranie. After a short romance they decided
to get married. On January 1, 1939. The
ceremony was performed by Rev. Alf Burnham.
Somewhere along the way Daddy, Mollie and Maggie all worked at
the Fuse Plant in Macon. Mollie and Maggie worked during
the day and he worked at night. Times were very
hard. (This was during World War II).
I have heard it said that he bought $75.00 worth of black pepper
to open the store with. I don't know that to be true, but
I do know that we were never
short of black pepper.
My Aunt Erlene Williams
told me that, at one point, Daddy sold crackers and candy and
other items out of the trunk of his car. Determined man,
wouldn't you say?
Daddy trusted me to a point. I can now see why, but I
always knew that he loved me. He tried on one occasion to
tell me he loved me. He never could, but I already knew it anyway. He loved Jim Kimmons
and truly trusted him. I regret so much that Mama and
Daddy never got to see me straighten up and try to always do the right thing. I know
within my heart, they would have been so proud and happy.
He was a good father and he loved his family. He was a
hard worker and he never complained. He was good to his
customers and they were faithful to him. He enjoyed
playing jokes. He
was a quiet natured man, and I loved him dearly.
Reverend Donald Evans, my cousin, summed it up at daddy's
funeral, some 23 years
ago, very eloquently - "Gentle, Gentle."
Daddy was a gentle man. Donald quoted Titus 3 : 2
"...to speak evil of no man, to be no brawler, but gentle. Showing all meekness
unto all men." That was Albert Genavy McGlohon.
Donald.... I will always will love you and Barbara so very, very
much.
Recently, my cousin, Donald Evans sent me and Jim [Kimmons] a
copy of an audio tape of my father's funeral that Donald
preached. I understand why they made him a Doctor of
Philosophy now. The sermon was beautiful and refreshed my
memories. I want Donald to know how grateful I am that he
would have so much thought for preserving the tape. He is a
kind- hearted man. Thanks again.
It is also ironic that Donald mailed the tape to
me August 4, 1999. That just happened to be my Daddy's
birthday on August 4, 1999 he would have been 95.
Addendum
In September, 1999 I had the opportunity to visit with
some of Daddy's old customers, both black and white and they all
expressed to me a great
love for "Mr. Albert" and "Mrs. Mollie."
Most of them said that without his support during some very hard
times, they would not have been able to make it.
Some twenty-three years after Daddy's death, for someone to
remember him and his kindness, that says something
wonderful to me about my Dad's character. In those
September days I left each household I visited filled with pride
and joy in my heart.
Don McGlohon
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