|Uncle Ezra in the middle of niece Carolyn and baby sister Kathryn|
My Uncle Ezra always has a funny story to tell you or something to pick on you about. When I was a kid he would tell me and my cousins what pretty little boys we were and the boy cousins would of course be good looking girls. He would tickled you if you walked by him or snatch at you if he could just to see you squeal and run away from him. He would check your oil and look at your tires when you became a teenager and started to drive and continued doing so even after you were an adult. He loved throwing a ball with the little kids and watching them run after it and catch it and he amused himself by walking around and talking to people about the weather and what it was going to do that day or night. For the past several years he has had a steady diet of ritz crackers with peanut butter spread on them and chocolate ensure to drink. He watched Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy every night except for Sunday. Anytime a Braves ballgame was on or any ballgame for that matter you better believe he was watching it.
I moved back to Georgia in 2005 and lived in the basement of my Great Aunt Kathryn's house. It is a fully furnished and finished basement complete with kitchenette. My Uncle Ezra would yell down at me every night before he went to bed to make sure I locked that door with access to the outside. Of course it was still daylight but I assured him anyway and rattled the lock in case he could actually hear the noise to satisfy him that I had checked it. My Uncle always put the house in "lock down mode" around 5 unless I was working late or going to look at houses to buy after work. Then he would call me on his cell phone (he had one with a camera years before alot of us younger generations got one and knew how to use it) to find out what my plans were and would sit up and wait until I came home. Often times he would be waiting for both Granny (AKA: Aunt Kathryn - his baby sister) and me. We were late night party girls as far as he was concerned with our comings and goings after dark. One night Granny and I headed out after dark to a Farm Bureau meeting and didn't come home until 8! We were wild but Uncle Ezra kept us in check.
For a month after I had moved out and was living an hour away in Warner Robins he called me. Each night he wanted to see if I had gotten home safe and sound from work. He would want to know the weather and how my boys were. Then one night he said that he reckoned that I knew how to get home by myself and I would be okay since I always locked my door and let down the garage door before I went to bed. He didn't call me anymore in the evenings but would call me on the weekends to see how the weather was holding up down there and ask if the boys were growing and what they were doing.
|Ezra Price Sr. of Locust Grove|
He had his stories, he had his routine, and how different his nights use to be.
Love your great-niece Holly