By Ran Walker
Grandpa Tobe would tell us about his time working at the Grierson House on the other side of Jefferson. He’d worked there since before the old man died and swore the daughter didn’t have any skills besides being a Southern belle—which wasn’t worth much.
Grandpa Tobe had to damn near brush her teeth for her, to hear him tell it.
“But it wasn’t all her fault,” he offered. “She ain’t have nobody to love on her. That’ll make folks do crazy things.”
We swore we could see just a hint of horror behind his eyes when he said that.
Ran Walker is the author of twenty books. He writes “because there are millions of stories that need to be told.”
One thought on “The Other Side of Jefferson”
Beautifully captured little slice of life. Love the details. Very idiosyncratic.