Grandpa Haynes

Grandpa Haynes was on his death bed.I was 3 years old and living in Roanoke,Al.I remember him sitting at the kitchen table eating peaches and cream for breakfast.He was a tall slender man with gray hair and he always wore jeans or overalls with a white long sleeve shirt and brogan shoes.He had hunting dogs,2 females.I found puppies under a building in the yard but no one would believe me, the real reason was Grandpa had said for his dogs to be kept up so there would be no puppies.Being 3 years old I told everyone who would listen including Grandpa about the puppies.Finally someone took apart side of the building and retrieved the puppies.Before he died my Daddy and uncle Lavert would take him out to hear his dogs run one more time.I went also.In a chair on top of a coal pile they carried him,it was night and they let his dogs loose.That was the last time he went hunting.He had a great sense of humor and never met a stranger I have been told.Once at a mill where corn was ground into meal Grandpa and my uncle made me ride a billy goat.All I remember was being thrown off and loosing my shoe.Grandpa thought it was funny But Daddy wasn't so amused.One of his daughters asked him on his death bed"Pa who do you want to leave your car to"Grandpa answered "leave it to my girlfriend".About his car someone told him it was skipping and he said"yeah,skip on down the road".He was a moonshiner I have heard,one night he came home on a wagon with a sack full of money and a bullet wound to his face.A few days later at the breakfast table he spit out the bullet which had lodged in the roof of his mouth.I heard many tales about Grandpa and I loved him so.I lost him at 3 but he will always be in my memories.His name was Lee Anderson Haynes.