Day's Past And The Memories That Follow
Reverend Louis R. Perry...my grandfather. He died when I was two.... Somewhere in my mind, I have a recollection of him. I confess that I'm not sure if it is a real one, or one I constructed from the stories that my mother told me. My grandfather had a pocket watch, as did most men of his day, and he would place it on his knee so I could put my ear to it and listen to the ticktock of the workings. I have that watch today, and at some point I will pass it on to my grandson. There are a lot of unfilled spaces in my family history that I wished I knew more about. Things such as "when was my grandfather called into the ministry"....."Where was the first church he was pastor of." I know that he was at Cherry Street Baptist for a while, and eventually at Liberty Baptist located in Painter community up on Sand Mountain. In fact, Liberty Cemetery is where he and my grandmother, Alice Perry, are buried. The first Sunday in May is decoration day there and my moth...