MEMORY LANE - Descendants of Caleb Jobe and Martha Emily Brewer http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~ajobebrown/jobe/letters_cale_j_brewer.html (Part 4) When I was three, my grandfather, Ben Davis (my mother's father born 1902 and died 1956) had a stroke which left him paralysed. I can remember very little about him as he died in February 1956. He had a picture of Jesus which hanged over the bed. Actually in the picture, Jesus was overlooking a city, but to me (as a child) the city represented tombstones. I can remember saying that Jesus was looking over Grandpa's grave. As he was my grandfather, and the only one that I ever knew, even though it was for only a short period of time, Mommy took me to his funeral. The only thing I can remember about the funeral was that someone handed me a red flower. I have always been told that my grandfather though the world of me. I was his oldest grandchild and he only had two when he died. I spent most of my early life with him and Granny. Wish that I could have known him longer for I'm sure that we would have really had some good times together. When I was four, my uncle, Earl Spoon, (Earl was born 1897 and died 1963)was paralysed and confined to bed for 7 long years. This was my father's sister's husband. (husband of Annie Jobe, Daddy's sister that lived with Grandma Jobe). It was not a pleasant site to have to go over to Grandma's and see him just lie there all the time. I know how I used to hate having to go in there and talk to him all the time while the grownups stayed in the front room talking about everything. I used to feel like I was being punished. Uncle Earl was losing his mind slowly. He really did not know what he was saying or doing. I know at times he would scare me to death. I was really happy when I could leave that place. (Things changed after his death and I got older). At the age of five, we moved from South Fort Worth to North Fort Worth by the stock yards. This might now sound like much of a change, but to a child of five, it was just the same as if we had moved a hundred miles. I remember the night that we moved, there was a real storm and the winds were really getting up. That night the wallpaper blew off my wall and scared me half to death. I was beginning to think that house was haunted and was really overjoyed when I was able to get away from there. The day that we moved, it was really cold; and we were having such a time trying to get the gas turned on. We all snuggled up in a big chair with blankets wrapped all around us. Finally after it had been dark for several hours, the man came and turned on the gas. We sure were happy to see him. "School Days - Elementary School" (to be continued shortly)