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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.

Friday, July 16, 2010

Segregation? No Thanks.

Dad's first job was at a gas station in his hometown. This story has a few different stories intertwined within the main subject. To me it's an interesting first-hand look at how things were back in the 60's in Alabama. If you are easily offended, this story isn't for you. If you feel the need to interpret this story in a negative light in regards to my father, I can easily tell you what to do and where you can go. Take it for what it is... a story that sheds light on what it was like growing up in a segregated society. Confused on where my Dad, or my family, stands on the issue of segregation or race? Refer to the title of this story.

Posted by Jeremy

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