It's true, and it's interesting how that happens. You get a kindred
spirit. Now, there are other people who are real standoffish. But like
you say, mine—I suspect I had two. Well, I had more than two,
but two major ones. Van Ramsey, who lived below me, was a second father.
Van had grown up into what I was doing, had been part of it. Van was an
intelligent guy, had been away, had been back. Knew the old customs.
Knew how things operated. Knew who to talk to, knew what to do. He knew.
He was a
Page 11major loss, like losing family. But Mr.
Willis, too. He and his wife were, as status in the community, were not
of the elite. They were the more common folks. Wonderful people. Knew
everything about their environment. Knew what was good, what was bad.
Knew what to do and when to do it. She was a local kind of a doctor. She
was called when the regular doctor couldn't come. Ed had
been—had made some whiskey, had done some other things that of
course didn't bother us. In fact, it was kind of interesting and
exciting that he had done that. Ed told me soon after we bought the
place. He was up on the place and we were walking around, and he was
showing me the lines. We had to walk the boundaries. That's part of the
deal. You've got to walk the boundaries. And Ed said to me, he said,
"How you getting along?" "Fine, I'm getting
along fine." And he said, "I've got some advice for
you." First time he'd ever said this or anything about advice.
And I said, "What is it?" And he said, "Let
me tell you something about Madison County." "All
right," I said, "What is it?" He said,
"If you're a son of a bitch, that's all you're going to run
into around here." That's all he said. But when you think about
it he said a mouthful, because we found that most of the folks in the
count—if not all—were precisely that way. If you
approached them with respect, with interest, that's what you got. If you
approached them with anything else, that's what you got. And I never had
any sort of threat. Now, I've been called a son of a bitch or two. In
fact, Preach Davis, who was one of my favorite people—who
owned the service station down here, and who is now
dead—Preach Davis had worked in the service station business
all his life. Had made a lot of money doing that. Was very close with
his money. Had the best grip of anybody in the county. In fact, could
put you to your knees just on doing it, and is alleged to have the best
grip in the county. In fact, it was said that when he was a
Page 12young man he could pick up an anvil by the horn in one hand
and move it from floor to bench or bench to floor. I don't know whether
that's true or not, but he certainly had a big grip. He stopped me one
day down at the service station. I was working for the social services
at that point in time. He said, "There was a guy in there
talking about you a while ago." And I said, "Who was
he?" He told me who it was, and we had in fact taken the man's
child away from him, because he was abusive. And I said, well,
"What did he say, Preach?" And he said,
"Well, Sam, he said you were a revolving son of a
bitch." And I said, "Wait a minute, Preach, what's a
revolving son of a bitch?" And he said, "It's a son of
a bitch any way you turn."
[Laughs].