This is one of the last pictures taken
of Uncle Clarence and may well be the last
picture taken. I took the last picture
of his mother, my grandmother in the late
1960's. His mothers picture was taken with
a Polaroid camera. This was done with a
digital camera. Uncle Clarence Hancock
passed December 1, 2009.
Uncle Clarence was one of those individuals
who made life interesting and memorable.
Back in the middle of the 1970's my Dad had
a heart attack. I was living in Michigan and
Dad was living here in Tennessee. I decided
to fly down to be with my Dad while he
recovered. My brother and my Uncle Clarence
were already there so they volunteered to pick
me up at the airport. As I was walking down
the ramp this gentleman with a wide brimmed
hat and a lot of black hair walked up to me
and flipped open his wallet and said that he
was with the FBI and he needed to search my
luggage. Uncle Clarence didn't have any
hair so I didn't recognize him. I didn't
think anything about it because a lot of
that was going on at the time. He took
my luggage and put it on the floor
and opened it up. He started going
through my luggage and when he came to a
pair of my underwear he held them up above
his head so all could see. I knew I had been
had by a pro when I saw my brother standing
behind a pillar as red as a beet from laughing.
My uncle Clarence closed up my luggage and
handed it back to me as if nothing had happened.
On the way to the hospital I told my Uncle
Clarence that I would get even. I did get
even about 3 or 4 years ago. Stay tuned.
