REMEMBERING MY BROTHERS (11-10-07 by Carl A. Patton)
This was yet another day I was
blessed with the inspiration of thought.
This day I thought of my brothers.
Ollie (Pat Patrick, John Hollis) Patton came
from rural Alabama. Daddy was a
rolling stone before he knew Mama.
He had no wife then.
I was about nine or ten and remember
Ollie as a teen-ager scrambling money
we thought he earned working at the
He also gambled at the bowling alley.
I did not know that he would become
a dice, crap shooting magician by
pad rolling the dice.
I saw this later as I got older.
So all the days and hours spent
playing with the dice learning to lock
them up to pad roll paid off, I guess.
William Patton III came next as Daddy was the
II and my grandfather was William Patton
number one. He wasn’t the baby brother
as more would come like me and Gerald,
but we called him Baby Brother but for
They said he was mean. Was my Daddy
mean? I knew Daddy was not to be played with.
As he would say “don’t play me for no Mickey
Mouse.” But I soon found out that Ollie was
mean like a snake.
Are there different levels of mean?
Some will get you for nothing and some will
tell you as Daddy told Charlie Fowler,
“get off my porch,” and then back handed
him to the ground.
William “Billy” Patton had great strength
in his hands and arms. So did Ollie and
Bay-Bru. They had great strength and
as Mama, Ruby Sue used to say they beared
watching especially if you were in the wrong.
Ollie and Bay-Bru did not have to be
big as win was their game and treachery
if needed brought them fame.
Carl Allen Patton was the third son.
Who wrote these things? Who
would ever tell his story? As he
refuses to really write on self.
One thing though he would go out
with Christ. However not to die hungry.
Gerald Wilson Patton was actually
the baby brother and the baby boy.
Studious and aloof he traveled afar.
Ollie and Bay-Bru are gone in transition
however we long for Gerald to come home.
He looks on and is still confused about
his past. But what is the future?
These are sad days as me and my brother
Gerald will also make the transition as did
Ollie and Bay-Bru. Ollie died without
family around are real friends. He also separated
himself from family long ago.
Bay-Bru died as he lived. A man cloaked
in hate because of race shot him down as
a beast at slaughter. So two of my brothers
have been swallowed up in the great transition.
But I look back and I see us laughing
singing and dancing together on a big
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