Granddaddy's Teef

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

A story about my granddad

Granddaddy’s Teef

 

© 2021 by Jim Shipp

 

My granddad, Phocian Shipp (known locally as “Buddy”), a security guard at Wolverine Tube in nearby Decatur, Alabama, shifted the gears of his old Ford in 3-mph increments, which is how he managed to stall his car at a Hartselle railroad crossing in the dead of night, get it stuck, and run the battery down trying to restart it. It was his habit to lay his dentures on the passenger’s seat beside him when he drove.

Knowing that an acquaintance, Albert, who had a raggedy Jeep with an elaborate tow package, lived just a couple of blocks away, granddaddy hastily set off to seek his pal’s help, forgetting to put his teeth back in.

Not hastily enough, it turned out. He had just reached Albert’s door when a northbound freight train collected his vehicle, carried it half a mile down the tracks, and dumped it off on the lefthand side of the roadbed.

A local itinerate worker, Jabbo, was the first to find the car, bent double, with granddaddy’s dentures lying on the floorboard.

Although aged himself, Jabbo ran all the way to the police station, burst in the door, and yelled, “Mr. Shipp’s dead, Mr. Shipp’s dead, ain’t nothin’ left but his teef!”.


Submitted: January 20, 2021

© Copyright 2021 Jim Shipp. All rights reserved.

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