I took Blake and the girls to the Hawthorne House for a world-class breakfast, which brightened the day by getting us out of the area for a spell. The girls loved their chocolate pancakes and fruit while I enjoyed my eggs, pork chops, and hashbrowns. We relaxed afterward, which was also priceless. I looked, at my two baby girls who are growing up so fast that I can’t keep up. I now understand the painful inevitability every parent faces as they watch their children become adults knowing that no amount of hanging on will stop what is coming.
It’s also a reminder of my advancing age.
After breakfast, we took a ride through McSwain, which was spared most of Florence’s wrath. My sister and brother-in-law went to Virginia to escape the storm and will be back tonight. I called them and said that their house looks to be in good shape with only some branches strewn on their lawn. We then continued our drive to the outskirts of town.
As I meandered back into McSwain, I saw a familiar face walking down the sidewalk by the courthouse. I pulled over and got out of the car. “Robert,” I called out. The elderly black man gave me a closer look before breaking out into a grin. “I’ll be, the Scragg Man,” he said before hugging me. “You coming around here to look down at us folks,” he then asked. “Of course, I’m ashamed even to be seen with you,” I replied. Robert laughed and gave me his classic grin. “You sure have made it big, boy, but I knew you could if you quit that booze, which you must have done. I talked to John Henry a few days ago, and he said that you’re living it up, but are still the same cheap bastard you’ve always been.” I laughed and told him that is true. “You out with the wife and kids.” “Yes, Sir, by the way, how are Charles and Lisa,” I asked. “Good, Charles is working in Raleigh selling insurance. Lisa is a nurse in Chapel Hill. They both have families and bug me about moving up that way.” “I’m glad to hear they’re doing well.” “I saw your sister a couple of weeks ago, and she said that you guys keep in touch. Laura is a good girl, and we all worried about her when she married Richard, but it worked out,” Robert said. I laughed and said that we still worry about Richard.
Robert and I then walked to the van.
Blake rolled down her window, and I introduced her to Robert. “This is Robert Hollingsworth, an old mechanic, and blues player that I jammed with a time or two. Robert this is Blake.” “Pleased to meet you, Ma’am.” “You too, Sir.” “And these pretty little girls are Elizabeth and Amy.” “Hello there, Elizabeth and Amy,” Robert said to the girls, who smiled and said hello back. “They are gorgeous, Scragg,” Robert remarked. “Thank you, and I’m pretty myself,” I cracked. “I don’t know about all that, the girls are beautiful, but you’re a different story, Scragg.” “Oh well, I reckon some things never change.”
After exchanging a few more gentle barbs, a light rain began to fall. I asked Robert if he needed a ride to his house, and he told me that he lives in the senior citizen apartments on Lander Street, which was a few blocks away. “I get my morning walk in every day, but sometimes I get burned,” he said. “Hop in; we’ll take you home.” “You sure?” “Get in, no sense getting wet.”
We arrived at the Lander Street Apartments, which are single-story buildings that house the elderly. The apartments are small but comfortable, and most of the folks are single. Robert invited us in, and a thought popped into my head. “You got coffee,” I asked. “Sure, plus soda for the girls,” he replied. We walked into his apartment, which was more of an efficiency. The girls took a seat on a sofa while grabbed a chair from the kitchen table. Robert brewed the coffee and then took the other chair from the table. Blake looked at the pictures on the wall of Robert’s children. He pointed out Charles and Lisa before smiling at Robert Jr.’ portrait. “That was my oldest child, Jr.,” Robert said. “Was,” Blake asked. “Yes, Ma’am, he passed away over thirty years ago.” “I’m so sorry.” “It’s okay, Robert Jr. was troubled; drugs and alcohol, which killed him when he was twenty-four. I looked for someone or something to blame but realized he made his own decisions. Anyway, he’s at peace now.” “I sure hated that, Bobby and I had some fun jamming. I can still hear him singing “The Thrill is Gone,” I said. Robert smiled. “Yes, he was a fine player.” “Is that your wife,” Blake then asked, pointing to Gladys Hollingsworth, Robert’s wife for over fifty years. “Yes, she passed away five years ago,” he said. “She was a nice lady,” I remarked. “She was a keeper,” Robert added.
Robert then went to pour the coffee.
He offered the girls something, but they declined. We chatted about family before Blake asked him about Jebediah. Robert gave her a surprised look. “Jebediah Weeks, that’s a name I haven’t heard in ages. Why do you ask, Ma’am?” “Because Elmer made an album with him.” Robert’s eyes widened with more surprise. “When,” he asked. “When I was twelve.” What?” “Yes, Sir.”
Blake then walked out to the van to get the CD.
Robert pulled out a small boom box and put the CD in. He listened in shock as Jeb, and I played songs that we patched together. When the album ended, Robert gave me a dazed look. “What on earth,” he whispered. “Surprised me, too,” I said. I told him how the session came about and he smiled. “Wow, that’s unreal.” “Do you like it, Sir,” Amy asked the old bluesman. “Yes, sweetie, it’s amazing.” “How did Daddy play like that?” Robert gave my baby girl a sad look before catching himself. “Because he’s incredibly talented,” he then said. Blake studied him and caught his spontaneous expression. “That’s…that’s just wild, Scragg,” he said. “I’ll get you a copy.” “Please do.” “Can you play the blues,” Amy then asked Robert. “Yes, a little bit.” “Mr. Hollingsworth is very good,” I corrected. “Nah, just a doodler.” You have a guitar?” “I have Jr.” Robert walked to the closet and pulled out the case that held his son’s acoustic guitar. It was a cheap instrument but sounded terrific. He handed it to me, and I grabbed the pack of strings inside the case. “Let me change these,” I said
I changed the strings and then played a few chords. Jr.’ slide wasn’t in the case, but that didn’t matter, I made it do what I wanted. “Sing something Robert,” I asked. Robert cleared his throat and began humming, which sounded beautifully eerie. Robert’s rich baritone filled up the room. “We all go in the end,” Robert repeated between the humming. He then saw the wide eyes of my baby girls and stopped. “Oh Lord, I’m sorry,” he said. “What for,” I asked. “This isn’t children’s music.” “No, you’re right, so sing something sweet,” I suggested. Robert grinned. “Two pretty little girls whose smiles light up the room,” he sang followed by a gentle hum. Elizabeth and Amy smiled. “Maybe you could take that other old man’s place,” Amy said. “Amy, that wasn’t polite,” Blake replied. “It’s okay,” Robert assured Blake. “Sorry, Sir,” Amy then told Robert. “Don’t you worry about it sweetheart, I am an old man.” “Not that old.” Robert let out a hearty laugh. “Alright, I’m convinced,” he replied.
Robert and I stepped outside to talk about music. “You should come down and do a little recording,” I told him. “Aah, I’m old and in the way now, Scragg.” “Nonsense, you have something to tell.” “Scragg, I’m just an old man.” “How old?” “Eighty next year.” “Not that old, Jeb was probably older than that when we recorded that album.” “What can I do?” “Sing and play that harp.” “I don’t know.” “Think about it, Robert, why not do it?” The old bluesman looked into the horizon and then hung his head. “Okay, I’ll think about it,” he said.
On the way out of the apartment, Robert gave the girls some candy, which made their day. I hugged the old guy and gave him a number to call should he decide to come down. We then headed back to McSwain.
Blake was quiet for the first twenty minutes before asking me what my life was really like growing up. “It was tough, but I made it.” “I saw the look Robert gave you, Elmer.” “It’s all in the past,” I replied. “No, it’s still with you.” “I’m good.” “No, Elmer, it’s still with you.” “Mama tried, but she was in over her head.” “I guess we all say that,” my wife replied. “Wow, running across Robert proved to be more intense that I could have imagined,” I said. “I hope he comes down,” Blake replied.
What a day it turned out to be.