Yesterday I taught my son again the “Parable of Georgia and the Boy in Bib Overalls” on Elmer’s 60. It’s one of his favorites.
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My Grandfather LeRoy Briggs was a very handsome man and he had a very handsome brother named Elmer, who was by all accounts a pool shark and a gambler and bad to fight. But after a man in Harrisonville Missouri in 1908 almost killed “Elm” he paid heed to his mother and married a beautiful young girl named Cora, which led in turn to the suicide of Orbie, the sister of my grandmother, over her loss of Elmer.
The family built Elmer and Cora a home and gave him 60 acres.
A year or so later little Georgia was born, and by all accounts was an angel waking the earth. Georgia grew up to be a raving beauty with long locks of flaming auburn hair and a face and figure to match, and she married a good boy from a good family and had a son in due time, but the boy saw no sense in dressing up to accompany Georgia to town. He’d be out with the most radiantly beautiful girl in the county dressed in bib overalls with no shirt.
One day in 1929 a young doctor from Chicago had installed the new X ray machines in the new hospital and was waiting for the north bound train to take him home.
At the same time our family arrived with Cora staying home to care for Georgia’s croupy baby to greet a relative arriving on the train, and after the train pulled away, Georgia was nowhere to be found.
The stationmaster told the boy in bib overalls and no shirt the sad tidings that the doctor had bought Georgia a ticket and Georgia, was gone.
The boy was grief stricken and put his faith in the Lord and prayed for Georgia to return home, and in a month or so she did return home, in a long Packard with two spare tires on the fenders and lots of chrome, took her baby from Cora, returned to Chicago, divorced the boy in bib overalls and no shirt, and the doctor adopted the boy who also became a doctor in Chicago.
My first wife was a beautiful girl whose Daddy owned a dozen banks.
Whenever I’d leave the house not very well dressed, my mother would ask me-
Are you taking Georgia, to meet a train?.