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My name is Jeremy. My father, Ralph, was born in Alabama in 1946. He attended Pell City High School and graduated in 1964. There he met Gilda. He was Class President, she was Homecoming Queen. They dated in high school and married in January 1965. They were married for 38 years until my mother passed away in March of 2003. They had four children together: Erik, Gary, Paul, and Jeremy. Erik, and his wife Mary, have four children. Gary, and his wife Christine, have three children. Ralph and his four children currently reside in Northern California.

My dad loves to tell stories. Some are happy. Some are sad. Some are in between. In my opinion, these stories are meant to be listened to when you have time. Not when you're rushing around in your daily life and trying to squeeze them in. Relax, grab a drink, and enjoy. Over the years, I've listened to these stories and realized that after he's gone, they're gone.

I began recording these stories. This is My Dad's Life.

Sunday, July 18, 2010

I Think It Might Have Been MLK Jr.

My parents lived in Selma, Alabama, around the time of "Bloody Sunday", and my Dad worked at a local store that was one of the first to hire an African-American woman. This story is centered around not only that story, but also includes a moment where he was visited by Ralph Abernathy(Martin Luther King Jr.'s right hand man) and an unidentified man who he thinks might have been MLK Jr. himself. They visited my Dad at his store's location to meet the woman he had hired. My uncle, Wayne(Mom's younger brother), is also heard towards the end of this story.

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