Fred Bratcher Tribute

When Fred would come here , we had the cottonelle with oil in it. Fred would be chewing tobacca and wiping his mouth with that toilet paper ,griping that his face was greasey, i remember, Reba tooting and Fred saying huh, what did you say, so many funny and good memories, he was a fine man, that people respected. he loved to eat ice cream every night . out of the carton.

I remember him telling me,
" scratch that foot". I remember overalls, and tobacco twists. Gar heads hanging from his shed. I remember him letting me mess with his ole bird dog mike. But what I remember most is that even though I wasn't his blood grandson, he always treated me as if I was. I wish I could hear "dad burn it" just one more time.