As I
have mentioned earlier, my biological father was Roy Moses Pierce,
Jr. He left my mother when I was less than a year old and I never
saw him again until 1999, some 53 years later. Roy was called
“Junior” by his family. Junior was also the father of my
brother, Gary but never saw him. Mom and Dad (Tommy) never kept this
a secret from us but we didn't talk about it a lot either.
When
Junior was a very young man, he had a severe accident which impaired
him for the rest of his life. He was working on the railroad back
east somewhere (I believe I was told in Massachusetts) and was
critically injured. He was not expected to live but somehow did and
his family brought him back to the Cromwell area, where he had been
raised. Mom and he got married in late 1945, a couple of years after
his accident. For the rest of his life, his family used the accident
as the reason for his challenges.
Junior
had several brothers and a sister, most of whom lived in the
Bakersfield area where their parents had moved in the 1940's. As a
child and young man, I never had any contact with any of them except
for once when I was about 18. I was working at Ted Norwood's service
station in Mannford when, one day, Ted came back to where I was
working and told me that Pete and Bessie Barton were out on the drive
and wanted to talk to me. Pete and Bessie were long time Mannford
residents but I hardly knew them and found it strange that they would
want to talk with me. When I went out to their car, Pete and Bessie
were in the front seat and an unknown couple were in the back. We
had an awkward two minute “how do you do?” conversation and I
went back to work. That evening I was relating the meeting to my
mother and she told me that the woman in the back seat was my aunt,
Ninah Melton, Junior's sister. She had known that the Bartons knew
Ninah and her husband somehow.
Many
years later (35, in fact), I was talking to Mom one day and she told
me that Ninah had contacted her and asked if Gary and I would have
any interest in seeing any of the Pierce family. Since I had just
retired and was somewhat curious anyway, I called Ninah and talked to
her. Eventually, Louise and I decided to make a trip to California
to see the Pierce's. I talked about this with Gary and he had
absolutely no desire to meet any of them. In fact, I think he was
somewhat upset with me that I would consider seeing them. I was
concerned about hurting Dad's feelings; he was my true father even
though he had adopted Gary and me.
Eventually,
Louise and I did go to Bakersfield and meet the Pierces. Ninah,
being the only girl in the family, was kind of the “hub” of the
group. Junior had had a stroke and lived with another brother,
Lloyd, in Bakersfield. Lloyd was a widower and enjoyed Junior's
company, I think. The whole time we spent there was kind of surreal;
they didn't quite know how to treat me and I was probably a bit of an
ass to them, wanting to remain aloof.
While
I was there, I did learn about one of my uncles, Larry Stanley
Pierce. He had served in the Army in Viet Nam and had been awarded
the Congressional Medal of Honor posthumously. He had thrown himself
on a grenade to save his platoon. He was one of the first Viet Nam
era recipients of the Medal and his family was flown to Washington,
DC, to have the Medal presented by President Johnson. Larry was
married and left two small children behind. I have never met his
wife or children. Today, both a street and a post office in Taft,
California are named after him.
I was
surprised to learn that Junior had never remarried and had no other
children. I had really expected to find that I had some brothers and
sisters. Because of the stroke he had suffered, he had a speech
impairment and was extremely self conscious about it. After a couple
of days, Louise and I returned back home. About a year later,
Rachel, my daughter, indicated that she would like to meet the Pierce
family as well so she and I flew out to Bakersfield. Again, it was a
somewhat awkward meeting. Dan, my son, never had any interest in
meeting them, not because he harbored any ill will; he just was not
interested. I wonder today what Junior thought about us showing up.
I don't know whether he was truly glad to see us or whether the whole
deal was Ninah's idea and he wished we had just not shown up.
Ninah
died in 2002 and Junior in 2003. We had not stayed in contact and I
didn't know until sometime later that they had both passed.
In
about 2000, I became interested in genealogy and did a lot of work on
the Alexander and Mooneyham families. My mother's mother was a
Mooneyham. I didn't spend a lot of time on the Pierce's (since I
didn't know much about them) or on the Nash's, my mother's father's
family.
In
about 2010, however, I began to do some study on the Pierce family
and quickly found a cousin, Sharon Pierce, who was also into
genealogy. Sharon lives in Fayetteville, North Carolina, with her
son Christian, and her father, Coy. I had talked to Coy on the phone
back in 1999 but had not gotten any feel for what kind of person he
was.
In
October, 2013, Louise and I were going to meet Dan and Dorinda in
Atlanta where they lived and spend a long weekend in the mountains of
North Carolina. I decided that, since we were already in the state,
we should go on over to Fayetteville and meet Sharon and Coy. I
called her and made the arrangements. When we met them, we were
immediately comfortable and at ease with them. I supposed I had
gotten over my desire to distance myself from the Pierce's.
Coy
had been a career Army guy and the reason they lived in Fayetteville
was its proximity to Fort Benning where he had been stationed for a
long time. He moved in with Sharon in about 2012 to help her with
her house and provide some company. Sharon is a sales person in the
food service industry and has done that kind of work for many years.
Louise and I enjoyed ourselves and were glad that we had made the
decision to go visit Coy and Sharon.
If I
had a “do over”, what would I change? Probably nothing except
that I would have been more responsive on those two trips to
California. Roy Pierce, Jr. could never replace Tommy Alexander as
my father but I still would like to have known a little bit more
about him.
At least ewer writing while relaxing in the "warm" south Texas climate? :-)
ReplyDeleteWhen I asked Dad about meeting Junior, well... I can't really type what he said in a public forum I don't think. But he did finally say that if any of the Pierce family happened to be in this part of Oklahoma for some reason and wanted to see him, if he didn't have anything else to do he would consider meeting them. I guess that's something coming from him!
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