INTRODUCING...Perseverance Scott!!!

PERSEVERANCE (PERCY) SCOTT

After much labor and travail (a THREE DAY INDUCTION, Y'ALL!), Esther gave birth to another gorgeous little boy on October 21st, 2013. Weighing in at 5 lbs 5 oz, with a length of 18.5 inches, little Percy is just the cutest baby his maternal grandmother (that's Mom, just so you know) had ever seen (she claimed that he was the most perfectly-proportioned, attractive newborn ever).

See for yourself!

Grandma Phyllis' Obituary

See obituary here.

Grandpa's Obituary

You can see the original post about Grandpa on FloridaToday.com.

I Called Him 'Grandpa': Chocolate, Part I

Grandpa believed in 'spoiling' us. There was never a single time when we visited Grandma and him, and he didn't have a special treat for us. Most of the time, it was fresh grapes - which for us was a huge treat. Other times, it was cookies of extra candy; 'extra' because he always had a dish of chocolates for us to sneak into.

An Appearance of Grace

AN APPEARANCE OF GRACE

AN ALLEGORY

Written October 3rd-9th, 2007

Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Mara. This little girl was born with physical deformities, so that her parents were ashamed for her to be seen in public. For many years, the child grew up in bitterness, hiding herself from all others. When she took the chance of being seen in order to go outside and play, Mara would take great handfuls of earth and smear it upon her face and arms in an effort to disguise her ugliness. Her childhood was spent alone in fear and anger at the pitying and disgusted glances that were cast upon her by all who looked on her.

I Called Him 'Grandpa': Hugs and Handshakes

Grandpa had exacting standards of manly conduct. First and foremost: men do not hug other men. I am unsure of what exactly would happen should such a thing take place in Grandpa's presence (perhaps a gruff clearing of the throat and a to-the-point explanation of The Behavior and Duties and Rules of Conduct for Men Who Are Lads No Longer).

I Called Him 'Grandpa'

On October 2nd, 2013, Vincent Dover Wilson passed away. He left behind his wife of 20 years, Geraline, and her (Geri's) daughter's family. My mom, aforementioned daughter, considered Vince to be a dear friend to her and a beloved grandfather to her children, of which I am the fourth of nine.