George (my first cousin “Buddy”), a few years older than me, so I always looked up to him. As a young city girl from Atlanta visiting my grandparents, one summer day he offered to give me a ride on the horse he was riding.
I was thrilled to be asked…but the slow pace of his horse soon went into a ride far too fast for me. I put my head down and held on for dear life to Buddy and whatever I could. That rascal boy laughed and had a fine old time, but later had the grace to apologize for scaring me to death on that wild ride! In later years, my husband Jimmy and I enjoyed visits with Buddy at his home in Stanfield. We stayed in touch over time. I have, as my grandparents would say, “precious memories” of him and his parents and siblings. My prayers are for his family now. Rest in Peace, dear “Buddy,” and Rise in Glory. Love, Kay Johnson Mann