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with a simple task he gave me as I recall in the fall of 1927. I rode with J.A. to a small orchard, located behind what is now called “High on the Hog” restaurant. As I got out of the Graham Touring car, with its snapon eisenglas windows, he gave me an empty 12-pound flour sack. He told me to gather a bag of golden delicious apples for a Mr. Hisle while they talked.
In my eagerness to return and listen in on the conversation my choice of apples ranged from ripe to overripe, rabbit selected or whatever was within easy reach.
My grandfather scolded me for such undesirable selections. He looked at me and thus began a lesson that reverberates even today. “I would like to live long enough just to see what you are going to do in later life,” he said. “Are you going to gather the bad apples, when you have an absolute opportunity to gather good ones?”
A most pleasant memory was of the opportunity to ride with J.A. in his 1929 Hupmobile. Twin spare tires were mounted on either side of the motor. The car could go 60 miles per hour and free wheel at breathtaking speed.
The colored folks came to see Mr. Engham’s car. Folks of other ethnic backgrounds came to see “Uncle Arthur’s” car, but they all came. For a man of color to pay $1,950 cash for a car in 1929 was an unbelievable feat. To ride in this luxurious vehicle was a childhood delight.
My grandfather built a turntable in the garage where he stored the Hupmobile. He could drive in, lock the car in place, turn it by hand and be headed out.
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