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of Bessie’s parents, George Washington Pullen and Susan Catherine Clark Pullen. In that same cabin, in 1903, my father, Moffett Brady, was bom to Bessie’s sister, Delia, and Judd Brady. The chimneys are still there on the side of the road.
Uncle Willie was not the brother of my Dad, who was an only child, but the brother of Dad’s father, Judd. Judd and Willie married sisters. So, Uncle Willie was my great uncle. He and Aunt Bessie had a son early in their marriage, Lyle, but he died in his youth. When I was a child, they were already in their senior years.
For some period of time, they had worked and lived at Rose Hill, the Civil-war era home on the north side of route 211, just west of Massie’s Comer. Tbm Massie told me he knew of this, as well, and thought they may have been employed there caring for an older owner or relative. Those must have been good years for them, as I recall they spoke of them fondly and often.
Uncle Willie never owned a car. They did have a carriage, or a horse buggy, but there was no horse to pull it, and I never saw it in use. Uncle Willie walked wherever he had to go, or someone gave him a ride. Uncle Willie wore gumboots almost all the time, the pull-on kind that comes up to just below the knee. His pants legs were always tucked inside the boots.
Uncle Willie said a lot of things that, as a kid, I thought were funny. One summer, he had some big, green McIntosh apples from Mr. Keyser’s orchard, just out the road. We were sitting on a shaded bench in his yard, near the back door,
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