In Memorium: Grandpap Dick Rankin (as told by my father, Raymond Robert Maxwell)

First of all, thank you for visiting the cemetery
every now and then, and cleaning the gravesites

of the old folks.  New generations have forgotten,
but they wouldn’t be, now, if we had not been then –

When I was barely a boy, I run off with the rebel soldiers,
did odd jobs, cooked for them, tended to the horses.

None of us farmhands knew that much about war.
Legend is true, I returned to Browns Summit with a box full

of Confederate money.  Warn’t no count, no way.
Rebel soldiers give it to me. I swear.  It was my pay.

Buried that box in a tobacco field in Jackson after the war,
same field where I buried mason jars of moonshine I made,

to keep it cool and to hide it from the revenuers.
Cool on a summer day.  Best in Guilford County,

the white folks used to say. The war freed the slaves, or
so they said.  I didn’t know much about politics then, still don’t,

or taking sides, or fighting, but I did know we had a good master,
a kind, Christian man.  Now your daddy and his sister were just children

when I transferred to the next world.  But I watched them grow up and
tried to take care of them, best I could.  It ain’t easy

moving back and forth between worlds.  And yes, I made
a bit of moonshine in my day.  Drank a little, too,

more towards the end.  Best in Guilford County.
Hid it from the revenuers.  Cool on a hot summer day.


Author: Raymond Maxwell Librarian, archivist, retired foreign service officer and Navy veteran.

3 thoughts on “In Memorium: Grandpap Dick Rankin (as told by my father, Raymond Robert Maxwell)”

  1. Your ModPo friend must feel, as I do, that we want more! Poems, and by the way, short stories as well, give us a hint that, in this case, we want fleshed out. Dick Rankin could fill a book! At least one. For better or for worse, prepare yourself. It feels like he’s not through with you! — Elizabeth

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