Dear Stan,

I have meant to get a message off to you for so long - just don't get it done. First, your memories of your grandparents are pretty accurate - dad was stern in many ways and his life had been one to make a person stern and even hard in lots of ways. But he was also a wonderful person in so many ways and extremely intelligent. With about a third grade "formal" education, he had read and studied the law and knew so much about law that after we moved to Clinton for Glenn and me to go to high school, lawyers and judges were known to come and ask his opinion on some piece of law they could not agree on, and to accept what he advised him. Also, he was a Justice of the Peace "always" it seemed to me. He became one when in his late 20s and remained one always (until they moved to NLR anyway). He was the youngest person in the state to get a justice of the peace judgeship. He was extremely well read - took and read the Arkansas Gazette always, subscribed to the Law Journal and loved poetry !! He read "The Raven" to me so many times I could recite a lot of it when I started to school. I never heard him raise his voice to my mother or the other children. He pulled a little limb off the big Box Elder tree in our yard and gave me one little switch with it - the only time he ever touched me - and I thought he had killed me !! Glenn always got me in trouble over some little something !I It was so hard for him to be uprooted from his beloved farm and have to live away from it. He was born there, stayed with his parents and took care of them, married three times and fathered l3 children in total. I will get details of those marriages and children to you very soon.

I can't remember sharing with you my (our) trip to Obion and Gibson Counties, but think I surely did. I did get some "stuff" from library in Union City, county seat of Obion Co. and have not looked at it since. When we got to Gibson Co. everything Perrin had found years earlier, had been moved and weather turned so bad that we left and came on home - will go back before too long and pick up the trail again. I get so frustrated and angry, when I think of all the information he had spent years collection, and all just disappeared when he passed away so suddenly. Just doesn't seem possible yet. There are numerous Perrin Giles and James and Franklin in every census. Your father's name was Franklin Buchanan -- just called Frank like most all Franklins. I also found a bunch of Nicholas - a name I noticed someone had given to you. I AM GOING TO GET SOME OF THIS TOGETHER VERY SOON AND GET ON SNAIL MAIL TO YOU.

My love and best to Hilde, too. I remember when we were in MO. years ago and your siblings were camping and we were out there; you wanted us to go to your home and meet her. We did, and when we got there she had blueberry muffins made for us. So sweet and thoughtful. I must stop this for tonight.

Both Keith and I have enjoyed your "funny forwards" so much I have printed a lot of them off the chuckle over again. Love, Aunt Jewell