Memories of My Grandfather
Bob Rainey, my grandfather, was one of the sweetest men in the world. He had to be, to live with my grandmother, and he loved her dearly. She was 15 and he was 18 when they met. She had gone to a dance with Harold Shelletti, with whom she was head over heels in love, and he broke off with her that night and took another girl home. Bob Rainey took my grandmother home after the dance. My grandmother said, when my grandfather proposed a couple years later, that she was still in love with Shelletti. Her mother told her she would have a far better life married to a man who was head over heels in love with her, than she would if she married a man she was so crazy about. So, she took her mother’s advice and said yes to my grandfather. I...