Central High School

This is Central High School with my Aunt Gypsy standing to the left and Lida Nelson Meadows, whom I know nothing about, sitting on the wall to the right. Since my parents lived on opposite sides of the Richmond area and people did not travel as much then as they do now, it is probable that they would never have met, if they had not both gone to Central High. My father’s best friend was my mother’s brother, Robert Sharp. Mom wrote my father while he was in WWII, as did the rest of her family. I guess when Dad got back, having been dumped by Nancy and that girl from Maine, he figured he might as well marry Mom. And she had broken up with her sweetheart, the one everyone thought she would marry, because he wanted her to move in and set up housekeeping with his mother. I heard he was a momma’s boy, so that probably would not have worked. At least this is the story as I heard it.

Central High is still there, enlarged. Uncle Neville drove me past it on my recent trip to Kentucky. It is not far from the graveyard where Gypsy's ashes and 7 other Pearson family members reside.