George Marlow Scoggins
This was my grandfather. I do not remember much about him except he was a very old man, that sat in the corner of the room smoking a pipe listening to a radio.I have no recollection of him ever talking. However, this week I heard stories from a cousin, that is 20 years older than me, about Papa. The papa he told about had a sense of humor. Di and I had a hard time believing this this. He told several stories. One of them was as follows: At one time an oil well was dug on his property, and then it disappeared. My cousin asked where it went. Papa told him it messed up his Johnson grass crop so he had to get rid of it.
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