Great Southern Men

My grandfather, Julian Tyler, grew up on a farm in in Barbour County and then Houston County, AL. In addition to being a loving husband, father of two sons, and grandfather of five, this Southern man loved the Lord, Coca-Cola, baseball, the University of Alabama, and fishing. This photo was taken in 1946 outside of his parent's home in Webb, AL. I've always loved this photo with his bow tie and fedora.—Karen Chason 

My great great uncle Orville Howard and cousin Lou Graham.  Photo taken in Kentucky (probably near Baxter) with their dog and guns before a hunt.—Martha Kelly 

My Papa, Karl Jones, and I after fishing on the Suwannee River in Florida circa 1989. I caught 20 fish that day and could not have been more proud. He was the postmaster of Bell, Florida.—Jessica Osborn

My father, William Klaczynski, with his trademark cigar and pint, letting his 'joie de vivre' shine through in August 2009 in Annapolis, Maryland.—Elizabeth M. Klaczynski Bartlett

This picture of my dad, Dr. Terry Schwartz, was taken by my mom as they entered Georgia in 1969 on the way to Fort Benning after his tour as a battalion surgeon in Vietnam. My dad has been the town doctor in historic downtown Stone Mountain, GA, for 42 years.—Scott Schwartz

This photograph was taken on vacation somewhere in Oklahoma while my father, Jim Bains, was in the Air Force. Although, he was a very experienced horseman, this particular horse was taxidermied. My father was actually stationed at Keesler Air Force Base in Biloxi, MS,and later in the Strategic Air Command, in 1950 where he met my mother on a blind date. They were married six weeks later, and were married almost 52 years when he passed away. He loved the South, its people, its way of living and the food. He was a very patriotic man with a large presence, who loved his family, guns, and the United States.—Emma Bains

My grandfather, Lawrence Lee, Jr., and I in Dothan, AL (1988)—Ryan Lee

 Lloyd George Webb. This was taken at Clemson in circa 1960—Cindy Webb Gingrey

My grandfather the late Col. Henry Gwynne Tayloe with my uncle Lawrence Altaffer and friends dove hunting in the late 70s.—Tayloe Emery

My father, Tommy McDaniel, personifies everything I miss about my home. I snapped this shot of him during a football game at my alma mater, The University of Mississippi. He is, quite simply, the most amazing man I know. He has shaped my life immeasurably and I owe everything I have to his love and sacrifice.—Alex McDaniel

Eugene Thomas Beasley (my grandfather, on the left) and his father, Henry Beasley (my great grandfather), on the right. This picture was taken in my grandfather's home town of Jasper, AL around 1927.—Kerri Boles

Luke Brown is a Southern gentlemen inside and out. One of the greatest guys I know with a love for history and music and all things American and Southern. He is the definition of a true Southerner. Born and raised in Dickson County/Nashville, TN, now residing in gorgeous Charleston. You can take the boy out of the country but you can't take the country out of the boy. —Katelyn Rutledge

Dan Richie at the base of Mt. Katahdin just after summit.—Heather Richie

Seated in the drivers seat of the Jeep is my father, Master Sargeant Richard W. Cozad, at age 21. Dad fought in the European theatre during World War II as a member of the Third Army. The picture was taken on the Autobahn in Germany on April 8, 1945 in the waning days of the war.—Richard Cozad

Henry Morris Dewitt in Charleston, SC, 1946.— Ashley Craig

This is my uncle Harry Walter Norton, Jr. And since he was shot down over Osaka, Japan two weeks before the end of WWII at age 23 (and executed), he was never married. My mother was pregnant with me, but my older sister remembers him very well. We have over 200 letters from Harry written during his Air Corps training, while being stationed in Hawaii, Iwo, and then islands in the Pacific. —Anne Lineberger

This picture was taken about 1938 in Levy County, FL.  Pictured from the left are my uncle, Bill Lowman, my grandfather, Will Lowman, and my father, George Lowman.  I think they are a good looking and dapper trio!  I didn't know my grandfather as he passed away when I was a couple of years old, but my dad and uncle were great storytellers and so much fun.—Kay Lowman Roscoe

This photo is of my father, Captain William E. Wofford Jr. He was a pilot of a B-17, "Slick Chick" during WWII. He flew 51 combat missions and returned to his hometown of Cartersville, GA. Before leaving for North Africa in 1942, he flew his B-17 at 500 feet down the entire length of Main St. in Cartersville, GA. This happened on a Sunday as people were getting out of church. For a small Southern town, this was quite an event.—William E. Wofford, III

While I do not believe that my grandfather actually "got his man" wearing a grey suit and tie, I do know that he was fastidious in his dress, and would not have taken very long to get back into, what was for him, more comfortable attire.—John Peebles

My grandfather, George Trevor Bowler (second from left) with his wife and friends after a day of quail hunting in north Florida, c. 1930.—Preston Miller

This is a photo of my grandfather, Bruce Howard Saunders, which I believe is from around 1958, in Greenville, SC.—Kati-Jane Hammet

This is a photo of my father, Charles Cecil Adams—better known as "Hump"—, b. 1925 in Paris, Fauquier Co., VA. The photo is of him as a Gunners Mate on the USS Casco. Daddy was Class President when he graduated from Marshall High School, Marshall, VA, in 1944 and he—along with many classmates—signed up for WWII. Except Daddy was too small and they wouldn't take him. So...he ate milk, bread, and bananas to bring his weight up and he finally got into the Navy.—S. Adams

Charles Thomas McDaniel of Murray, KY. Photo taken on Kentucky Lake. Late 1940s

LSU Coach Charlie McClendon (left) and my father, James A. Reeder, on the set of "The Charlie Mac Show", broadcast from Shreveport, 1968.—Ginger Reeder

This is my dad Charles W. Fulp at home in Walnut Cove, NC on New Years Eve 1961.  He had just turned 24 yrs old that December.  Basic training was over and he was heading to Greensboro, NC to catch the Sunset Limited to Tuscon, AZ. at 3am New Years Day.—Chris Dixon

This photo is from 1954 in Miami, FL. It is of my Grandfather, Cliff Fowler (standing), and a friend/coworker. —Jessica Segarra

My dad, Carl E. Meynardie Sr., a native of Charleston, SC, is on the far left. This was taken late in 1945. The war had ended and they were waiting to head home. He was the “old man” in the crew. He called the guys he served with his “teenaged crew” as he was the oldest at 27. Dad died last Sept. 2, at 93.—Carl E. Meynardie Jr.

My dad, Bill Albrecht, on left, in 1950 at the University of Virginia.—Ann Pressey

This photo is of my father, Albert C. Gafford, standing next to the family car at our home place in Georgiana, AL.  Although no one in the family can remember the year this picture was taken, we know he purchased the land in the 1940s, where he farmed cotton, corn, and cucumbers and raised hogs and cows, as well as five children. The land is still in the family today. Daddy was born in 1919 and was a Church of Christ minister until his death in 1976.—Melanie Hugghins

This photo was taken in 1948 in the backyard of my grandmother’s house in Plains, GA. My father, Murray Smith, is on the left. He would have been 16 at the time. On the right, is his brother-in-law, Jimmy Carter. Uncle Jimmy and my Aunt Rosalynn married in 1946. We believe this was taken while he was home on leave from the Navy. Uncle Jimmy took Daddy to the Okefenokee for a day of fishing and they brought this stringer home. My favorite part of the photo is Mama Allie (my grandmother) in the screen door. The look on her face says it all! I’m sure she was trying to think of where she could put all those fish! I was born and raised in Plains and spent many days running around that backyard. My father passed away almost 10 years ago, but this photo makes me smile every day.—Edgar Smith

The photo is of my father, William Edward White (known as Bill Buck White), on the front porch of my grandmother's house in Fort Mill, SC, with his cousin George Nims (known as Hambone Nims).  I love the white bucks and the attitudes!  Two of the finest men—true gentlemen—that the South has ever produced.—Mary Parham 

My daddy, Alvis Thomas Pridgen, as a young sailor serving in the US Navy on a tour of Holland. This picture was taken in 1954, soon after the Korean War ended. Daddy is alive and well, retired, and at the ripe age of 78 is currently serving as mayor of Pinewood, SC.—Lino Fragoso

My father, C.C. Davis, and my mother, Hamby Davis, at a football game in Etowah County, AL, in 1955 when my brother, Robin, was a baby.  If the soul’s picture can be taken, this one is that of my father’s. C.C. Davis was a school superintendent of Etowah County and then Gadsden, AL city schools, an occupation that spanned 18 years. Now 88 years old, the teeth are gone, but he still has his smile, every day.—Gaye Hudson

This photo was taken of Marshall John LeBaron in July 1962 in Kimberly, ID, at the University of Idaho Experiment Station, where my dad was the superintendent.—Anne LeBaron Cherney

This is my father, J.C. Campbell, originally from Vicksburg, MS. He graduated in the early 50s from Georgia Tech, married my mother, Jane, an Emory University graduate and nurse, and having earned his Lt.'s commission in Army ROTC began his service with the US Army at Ft. Rucker, AL. This picture was taken while he was in ordinance school at Ft. Drum, NY. Dad just celebrated his 85th birthday at home in Cumming, GA. A great southern gentleman in all respects! Happy Father's Day, Dad!—Bruce Campbell

My dad on the right, Robert Keegan, and my grandfather, Christopher Keegan on the left, and me in the chair.—Judy Keegan  

My dad, Corporal Wallace Turner "Dude" Bales, during his time as a Tennessee Highway Patrolman. Greene County, TN, circa 1952.—Barry Bales

My daddy, Dr. James Dawson Harrell, was born in Lucedale, MS, in 1904. He went to Vanderbilt University and then practiced dentistry for 50 years in Laurel, MS. This picture was taken in the early 1940s in Laurel. He passed away in March, 1978.—Eileen Harrell

This is a photo of me with my father, Warren Eubanks. The photo was taken on my 10th birthday, June 25, 1967. My father worked for the U.S. Department of Agriculture, as a county agent when I was younger (his title was Negro County Agent) and later for the Farmer's Home Administration. We lived on an 80-acre farm outside of Mount Olive, MS. Because my father farmed as well as worked an office job, it was rare that he took a day off that did not involve some work around our farm. This photo means a great deal to me because on this birthday, he spent the entire day with me and my three sisters and we didn't do a bit of work on our farm. The outfit is my father's idea of farmer's casual chic: khakis and a short-sleeved plaid shirt.—W. Ralph Eubanks

This is my late-grandfather, Dr. Wayland Hull. This photo was taken in the 1970s at his home in Houston, TX. My grandpa—the quintessential definition of a Southern man—grew up in Durham, NC, where he raised his four children before moving to Houston as one of the pioneering members of NASA's Johnson Space Center. There, as a high-altitude physiologist, he helped send the first men to the moon. He is truly what defines a great man. I never met him—but his tender-hearted, genuine love for people, animals, and the South was embedded into my entire family.—Kate Hull

Earl Patton, circa 1952, is standing in front of a plane he flew during his time in the Air Force. He was 25 years old in this photo.—Maggie Burke

Emlon Crosby, my great-grand father on my mother's mother's side. Taken right before he died in the 40s.—Page Turner

This is a picture of my grandfather, James Llewellyn Mann, from 1929. He was from Collierville, TN, but this was taken at Sewanee, The University of the South. He was a farmer and owned a mercantile store, Mann Brothers, on the square in Collierville.—William H. Morrow  

My grandfather, Roy Smart, and my grandmother, Florence, on their honeymoon in 1949 in Nassau, Bahamas.—Louis Smart

My father, Major General (Retired) Edison E. Scholes—Kim Scholes

Danny Lee Raffield taken in Port Saint Joe, FL—Emily Raffield

A shot of my husband, George Campbell, after hard day of riding and quail hunting in Thomasville, GA, with our Chocolate Lab (& child) Montego Bay —Marquin Campbell

My grandparents, Birdie and A.T. McDonough, as newlyweds in 1910. Equipped with a solid 8th-grade education, Mr. McDonough went on to manage major sawmill operations in Louisiana, Oregon, Arkansas, and Texas, and a depression-era stint in Honduras. Most of all, he was a loving "Grandpop" who passed away in 1958.—Tom Flaherty

This is a picture of my grandpa, my hero, Duane Hagen. My Grandpa served in the U.S. Army in the Korean and Vietnam Wars and was one of the first people to fly a Chinook in battle in Vietnam. He put his life on the line for many of his friends, and although he is still alive, he suffers daily from the respiratory effects of Agent Orange. He is a constant symbol of heroism, perseverance, and courage for me. I hope to one day be the leader that he is. —Justin Palmore

A meeting of the Georgia chapter of PHCC (Plumbing Heating Cooling Contractors) c. 1930—Michael Berens

This is my grandfather, Floyd L. King of Eakly, Caddo County, OK. The photograph is of Floyd in the early 1950s, a vine of peanuts in hand, observing the hand-move irrigation pipe watering the year's crop. This is after Floyd won the Bronze Star for his Army service at the battles of Geilenkirchen and Bastogne and before he became President of the National Peanut Growers' Group, lobbying for well over a quarter-century on behalf of American agriculture.—Garrett King

Married at 17 and enlisted in the Army at 18, George Milton McDaniel served his country in Italy during World War II, and and by its end, came home and met his son for the first time. Two years later, twin boys would arrive, and by 1960, he’d have two daughters. “Mack the mechanic" always loved cars and was known for his ability to fix any kind of motor or machine. He loves God, music, and “Bonanza.” This photo of him and his sons was taken around 1952 at Shiloh National Military Park in Tennessee. He’ll turn 87 this Halloween.— Sarah McDaniel Holcombe

I think part of the South is spending summers on some sort of water. In this case, the Gulf of Mexico. My father holds my grandfather and older brother on his shoulders (Temple Bowling, IV; Temple Bowling, III; and Temple Bowling, V). —Elizabeth Bowling

My grandfather, Augustus Barnes Sr., in 1959 at the Chicken House—the much lauded restaurant owned by he and his wife, Marguerite Barnes, in Opelika, AL—Ralph Barnes

A classic Southern photo of my great-grandfather, James Augustus Studdard (on the left), taken sometime in the 1920s in Atlanta. He was a guard at the Federal Penitentiary in Atlanta, GA, and died when his car stalled on a railroad track while transporting a prisoner in the early 30s. At the time, he was a single parent to my grandmother, who was 16. She shared stories of him with our family and always remembered him with so much love.—Deborah Fain

This photo is of Robert H. Meek, III (now CPT U.S. Army JAG Corps, currently serving in Afghanistan), David T. Meek (now 2d Lt U.S. Air Force Intelligence Officer), and Robert H. Meek, Jr. (retired U.S. Army Colonel) with Carl David Rosenbaum, Jr., maternal grandfather of Rob and David (and best Daddy ever) at the North Carolina Memorial at Gettysburg National Military Park taken summer 1996.—Nancy Rosenbaum Meek

My great-grandfather, W. T. Harrison; my grandfather (left), W.T. Harrison, Jr.; my great-uncle, George Harrison; in Palmetto, FL, probably 1932 or '33—Katie Hendrick

My father, Henry Stone, in Reidsville, NC, in 1969—Larry Stone

This is a picture of my grandfather, Hugh Gray, of Beaufort, SC, taken in 1957 while shad fishing with his dog Topper. He was born in Early Branch, SC, on New Year's Eve in 1897, and died in 1997. During his life he served on a WWI Navy torpedo boat, and was a brakeman on the C&WC railroad (survived two train wrecks). He also was a butcher, a grocer, and finally operated his own liquor store on Bay Street, in Beaufort. My grandfather taught me how to bait a hook, throw a shrimp net, shoot a shotgun, and love the Lowcountry. I miss him dearly.—Gary McGraw

My dad, Malcolm, strolling by the original Cadillac Bar in Nuevo Laredo.  This is in the late 40s, after he won the "Big War".  My mom and friends were already in the CB nursing their Ramos Gin Fizzes.—Patrick Kopplin

This photograph is of my father, Jack Douglas Curlee, who grew up in Birmingham, AL. It was taken for his commissioning as an Ensign in the United States Navy on June 29, 1944, in New York City. He then served two years in the South Pacific on an LST. My father worked his way through college on the cooperative program, lining a furnace at Tennessee Coal and Iron, and playing baseball for Auburn when back in school. My dad played professional baseball in the same league as Yogi Berra prior to being called into the service. In my eyes, he's one of the "Greatest Generation"—Nancy Silverfield

John W "Johnnie" Ballance played third base for the 1940s semi-pro baseball team, Winnsboro Red Sox. He came to Winnsboro from Arcadia, LA, to play ball and stayed until his death in 1994. He married the love of his life and became a prosperous farmer, but he never lost his love for the game, and whether playing or coaching, baseball was in his blood! Johnnie Ballance (1917-1994) was a beloved husband and the hero to three children!—John Ballance

"Thanks, Honey" That's what my grandfather, John Payne, said to his seven iron after he got a hole in one on the 115-yard No. 2 at Deane Hill on Tuesday, June 29, 1948. The Morristown, TN, amateur was playing in the final pro-am of the season.—Kristen Mir

This photo of my grandfather, Julius Roberts, working with sled and horse was taken in Madison County, NC (c. 1930), where he was born and raised.—Terry Roberts

This is my grandfather, Leo Wallace DeVenny. Born in 1899, the son of Irish immigrants, he settled in southwestern Virginia.  Forced to quit school and go to work in 5th grade after his father died, he was truly a self-made man. He read Time, Newsweek and US News and World Report each week. He said you should read them all and then decide. He was a railroad worker and small farmer, father of seven, grandfather of 31. And he loved to hunt! He always had a good hunting dog, whose tail would wag excitedly when he took his gun down from its place over the door. The photo of him and his dog is from June 21, 1951.—Lu Desrosiers

I missed the great Southern Ladies deadlline so am enclosing a photo of my dad and mom leaving on their honeymoon (a classic).—Chris Young

In honor of my dad, Marine Private 1st Class Jack Kincaid, Parris Island, SC, 1944.—Russ Kincaid

Mark Hennessy of Sumner, MS, taken on January 18, 2012. The best hunting and fishing companion ever, and my best friend ever. —Molly Hennessy

Visiting my paternal grandfather, “Pop Wash,” was always a joy. I remember clapping along as he played a foot-stomping rendition of "Orange Blossom Special" on his fiddle. He was rather shy about playing, probably because his grandchildren were more into the Beatles than Doc Watson. His love of music passed to my guitar-playing father who inherited the fiddle. My dad remembered how much my grandfather loved the Grand Ole Opry, and we agreed that this fiddle should go to my cousin, a back-up singer in Nashville. We thought “Pop” would get kick out of knowing his fiddle finally made it to the home of the Opry. —Mary Ann DeSantis

This is my father, Max Stephens, in high cotton. The photo was taken in Midland, TX, in the 1950s. And, in the words of Kris Kristofferson, “an old school man of the world"—Elizabeth Stephens

My mother and dad on a horse 1940s in Richmond, VA.—David Rice

My dad died in 1962, and later my mom married Hal (Tex) Colter, who was an oil-well driller, but at the time of this picture was a oil-fire fighter. This picture was taken in California in about 1950.—Charis Bennett

My great-grandfather was called "Lee Williams" and was born a few years before the end of slavery in Vance, SC. Twenty years later, this picture was taken with his new bride, Mamie Carrion, from Providence, SC.—Chris Williams

This is a picture of my papa, Jack Hays Morgan, Sr., (The one standing behind the podium) circa 1963 in the chamber of the House of Representatives at the Georgia State Capitol. This picture was taken during his time as a legislator. He was a self-made man, who was largely respected in our little part of the world. A farmer and ever the entrepreneur, there were always three ways of doing things— the right way, the wrong way, and the Jack Morgan way. He was larger than life. I guess what they say is true, "your life is your grandchildren's history." I now work in state politics and find his stubborness in myself on occassion. —April Morgan Ruark

This is my husband, MAJ Paul Kassebaum, with our son, Timothy (age 1 in this photo).—Megan Kassebaum

My grandfather, Wade Anderson, was born in 1885.—Sondra Anderson

The old man on the porch with the 10-gallon hat is my Paw Paw, John Luther Sivley, Sr., commonly called "Lute" by everyone in Lawerence County, AL. He was born in Liberty community in 1896 and lived to be 88. This photo was taken in 1984.—Randy B. Sivley

I wanted to submit a photo of my father, and while it may not be vintage, it captures him in such a way. I myself am 26 and he is 56 — I am a daddy's girl to say the least. My father is someone I look up to and my 26 year old husband looks up to him too. —Christine Joines

James M. Smith, born in 1912 and still living in Arkansas. This is my dad in the early 50s. He was an avid fisherman and enjoyed his gun club!—Suzy Skeen

Here is a great old photo of my grandfather, Robert Wilson, who we affectionately called, Daddy Bob. He raised beagles in metro-Atlanta for field trials. This photo were taken during the 60s. He was truly a great Southern man in my life.—DeeDee Gebhardt

This is William Herman Durant. He went by Herman. He was a World War II veteran. Drafted into the Marine Corps, he went served in the Pacific theatre and went to Iwo Jima among other places. He came back to South Carolina, married my mother (Eula Mae), and had six kids with the youngest being me. He was a lifelong tobacco farmer.  Guess they needed lots of farm hands. He passed away in 1985 at the young age of 61. I was ten at the time. This picture was taken in San Diego.—Anthony Durant

My dad, Milton Hobson, was a great man who enjoyed the simple things in life and was always willing to help those in need. He was a true great Southern man. He drove a truck for Burlington Industries most of his life, after serving in the US Army. He was stationed at FT Campbell, KY, where some of his buddies couldn't help but notice his Southern accent and tall lankiness and gave him the name "cornstalks". Born and raised in Harnett County, NC, my dad grew up working in the tobacco and cotton fields. Later as a truck driver the name "cornstalks" turned into "cornbread" (one of his favorite Southern foods) a handle and nickname that many knew him by. April 23 of this year marks a year since he passed away, but I will always carry these wonderful memories of him!—Amy Albright

Left to right: Pinkney Stone (uncle); JR Stone (grandfather); Elwood Stone (uncle); Henry Stone (father) about 1939, Reidsville NC—Larry Stone

My father, Horace Campbell, around 1952 in Aynor, SC, standing in front of a Studebaker truck and Lewis Brothers store. He was around twenty and he had to have the sleeves rolled up.—Tommy Campbell

James (Jim) Joyner Gannaway, Jr with his wife, Rebekah Deaton Gannaway, in front of their house in Nesbit, MS, around 1955.—Callie Harris

This is Jay David Hartley Sr., but I prefer to call him "Pop" (circa 1950).—Heather Holcombe

Capt. Robert H. Simms of Martinez, GA, while in Germany 1946—Julie Mann

My uncle, R. V. Payne from Ball Ground, GA. He gave his life in WWII for our country. I never knew him, but I love him and because he never had the chance to become a father, I want to honor his memory this Father’s Day. This picture was made in 1943. All of those young men who died in that war would be great-grandfathers now. We owe them such a debt of gratitude.—Cliff Foster

This is one of my favorite photos of my dad, Richard Greer, Sr., during training at USMC Camp Pendleton, CA, in 1950. He had a great influence on who I am today. I miss him.—Terry Greer

This is a picture of my father, Stanley Schultze, Jr., taken on July 4, 1973, in Anchorage, KY. Living his whole life in Kentucky, my dad was a true Kentucky gentleman as evidence by his buckets of Kentucky Fried Chicken and, I believe, Falls City beer. My father wore these pants for thirty-one 4th of Julys, starting in 1971, long after the button enclosure gave way to a more forgiving rubber band.—Hannah Burge

This is my granddad, Zell. He was a strawberry farmer from Lawrenceburg, TN. Some of my favorite childhood memories were spent next to him on the farm.—Katherine Almon

All five men in this photograph are named Thomas Hartley Hall and all lived in Bibb County, GA (Macon)—Thomas Hartley Hall, V

This is a picture of my father, Thomas E. Baynham, Jr., on our family farm in Montgomery County, TN, just outside Clarksville, probably in the late 40s. All leather jacket, jeans, and sidearms. Having been raised on a tobacco farm, there was always a rough, outdoorsy side of my dad, which did not come out much when he was wearing the blue business suit he wore for IBM for over thirty years. This picture was taken right before my dad went off to college to become the first male in his family to graduate with a college degree. He later went on to serve as a systems engineer for IBM and finally a salesman for IBM. As a systems engineer, he worked with the other engineers in Huntsville, AL, who were preparing the computer systems which would help send men to the moon. On the other hand, he was also the dad who knew how to operate a tractor and could be counted on to work the baseball and football fields where my brother and sister and I played.  We lost him to COPD two summers ago, and I miss him terribly.—Kate Baynham

This is my father, Carter B. Olive, in 1990, standing outside of his "trailer" during the filming of Pat Conroy's The Prince of Tides on Fripp Island. Cast as "Mr. Brighton", the story goes that my father was walking (in downtown Beaufort) and approached by a production executive that strongly encouraged him to come to a casting session for the movie. My dad did go and after reading for the director, Barbara Streisand, he asked if he could share a quick story with her. Streisand nodded and my father reminisced that in 1960, he and "his" Barbara (my mother) had travelled to New York. One night they went to a little club, the Bon Soir, (40 West 8th in Greenwich Village) to see Streisand open for comedienne, Phyllis Diller! Amongst the stunning details of that evening, he remembered that cost of the evening totaling $9.72 plus tip and he recalled the many song titles in he act. Indicating her amusement at his memory, Ms. Streisand smiled at my dad saying "Mr.Olive, you have the part!" Though his spoken lines did not make it into the final cut, Carter does appear in the opening scene on the beach!—Stacey Olive-Erwin

This is my handsome dad, Walter Andrew Hough, and my beautiful mother, Frances Evelyn (Baker) Hough, on their wedding day, April 1, 1961, at the Cherokee Heights Methodist Church in Macon, GA. They would have been married 51 years this year had my mom not passed away this past February. She was the love of his life (as he was hers) and he is a true example of a Southern gentleman, even if he did only start his life in the South as a yankee transplant shortly before he and my mother met. Having called Georgia, Virginia, Louisiana, and now North Carolina home, my dad has spent more of his 80 years below the Mason Dixon line than above it and will always prefer sweet tea and Southern cooking to anything else on this earth!—Winnie Hough

I always thought my granddaddy, William Lattimore, of Savannah, GA, was the epitome of a graceful and elegant Southern gentleman. Here he is in Charleston in the early 1950s while he served as the Assistant to the Admiral at the Charleston Naval base. A graduate of the US Naval Academy, Lattimore was also a direct descendent (great, great, great, great-grandson) of Thomas Jefferson.—Sterling Eason

This is a photo of my father, William Laurence Toland, during WWII. He was born September 10, 1917, and died at the age of 69. Dad was a glider pilot from North Little Rock, AK. He served over the course of the war in many campaigns, including North Africa, Sicily, and Normandy on D-Day. He received the Silver Star and went on to become a Lieutenant Colonel in the Air National Guard working full-time at Jacksonville Air Force Base where he was in charge of maintenance on the C-130s. Dad never talked about the war around me or my two sisters, but he passed on his love of big band music to me! Only after his death did we discover the heroism he showed. He was a gentle, loving, and hard-working father.—Mary Walker

This photo of my granddad, Jack Joseph Hibbits, was taken while he was serving in the Pacific. He left school to enlist after Pearl Harbor and later wrote a book about his pilot training experience: Take 'Er Up Alone Mister. He has been married 66 years to his wife, Virginia "Ginger" Hibbits.—Jack Hibbits

My grandfather, Arthur Winfield Alexander, was born in 1910, he contracted polio at six months of age. He never walked a single step on his own. His crutches were his legs, but he was NEVER handicapped. He earned a law degree from the University of Tennessee. Then he worked as design engineer for the Oak Ridge National Laboratory in Oak Ridge, TN, during WWII. When the war ended he ran for Sessions Judge in Knoxville, was elected and served the public for six years. His favorite duty behind the bench was prosecuting bootleggers. My mother says that this photo is of him in a highway patrol helicopter in the backwoods of East Tennessee (must have been in the early to mid '50s) during a bootleg bust. He spent his retirement years as an antiques dealer. He was widowed twice. Lived actively and independently until the age of 83. He was an intelligent, admirable, and amazing man, never letting the paralysis stop him from living his life. —Susan ("Susie") Kirkendol

My father, John W. Worley, was a CPA by profession, but his first love was horses. As a young man, he apprenticed with Ben Jones, helping train Whirlaway and Citation in Lexington, KY. He grew up in Arcadia, FL, where, as a five-year-old stole a small boat and attempted to sail it to Africa to capture and train animals. He was also known as a boy, to take a small alligator for a walk through Arcadia on a red ribbon, placing a cigarette in its mouth for decoration. this photo was taken in 1984 at Latonia Racetrack, KY—Lucia Worley Harmon

Photo of George Marlow popping a wheelie on the Marlow Family Farm in Crossville, TN, in the 1970s.—Kelly Marlow