Note: 1900 Chapel, Laud. Co., AL, fam 102/102, pg.5435..Claud W. b. 1893../w parents 1910C, Laud. Co., AL, fam 53/53, pg. 5201..dfw Received Air Medal Feb. 19, 1968.. Bobby Risner has married 5 Oct 1920. A Claude Wood is suppose to be buried in the Tri-Cities Cemetery. This could be Claude S/O John or Claude C/O Finnis. Also listed as Greenview/Greenbrier. Bill died at Eliza Coffee Hosp., Flo., Laud. Co., AL ____________ "Uncle Claude." Uncle Claude was a carpenter and a millwright, he probably worked on all the dams on the Tennessee and Cumberland Rivers for T.V.A. He told me a story once when he was learning to be a carpenter. He measured a board and took his square and made four good hard marks with his pencil. His journeyman told him it would probably be easier to "cut the board with a saw." Uncle Claude was in Europe during World War I, he was wounded three times while there. Jesse Bert has the telegram from the War Department that was sent to his family informing them he had been wounded. His oldest son William Claude I "Billy" was wounded in the same general area during the war. He was a very avid hunter and fisherman, he always knew where the good hunting and fishing spots were. Uncle Claude knew more about family history than anyone else did that I've talked with. Most of his stories were told before I became interested in hearing about people I had never met. He probably saved me from having some handicap with my hands. I was bumped from behind while warming my hands in front of an open fireplaceat Uncle McKinley's house. I fell into the fire and suffered severe burns on both hands, I can barely remember this. I was probably about two or three years old at the time. Home remedies were treating me when Uncle Claude came down about three days later. He saw the condition of my hands and took Mom and I to his house in the city. So that we could get to the doctor as often as needed. My hands are barely scarred. And I have full use of them thanks to Uncle Claude. Dan Wood _____________ Granddaddy I can still hear him over my bed when I was about 15 or 16 years old, "hey you lazy Bird, you gonna sleep all day?" These were usually on a Saturday, the only day that I had to sleep in as a teenager. But I don't miss all that sleep because I got to spend a lot of time with him before he died. I acquired my fishing and hunting love from him as most of his other kids and grandkids. He loved being outdoors more than anything else. He would get in his old "Fliver" (the name he gave his old black Ford Fairlane) and drive the country roads all day long. He'd go to the gas station and "fill her-up" with about a couple of dollars of gas. This would last him all day, as he never got over about 35 miles per hour. He believed in taking everything slow and easy. He would or we would, if you were fortunate to get to ride with him, travel all those back dirt roads in the country. He knew every road, back road and trail in the northern part of Lauderdale County, better than anyone around. He'd drive these roads telling stories about most of the old home places and hollars that we'd pass. I just wish that I'd have remembered a few of them. But as I was just a teenager those weren't important to me then. As we'd drive along, he'd throw the car out of gear into neutral and coast down every hill that we came to. Another one of his favorite things to do was head to Berry's package store in Tennessee to pick up a six pack of those Country Club malt liquor beer. These were the small six-ounce version cans. He'd also always have to have a few cans of tomato juice to mix with the beer. He'd mix this together and let me sip of it, the whole time telling me not to tell my mother about it. This was exciting, getting to drink beer, and also the best tasting thing I'd get to do all day. I can still taste those to this day. But I haven't drunk one of these since he passed away back in 1979. We'd ride the back roads, looking for something to shoot at. He always had his .22 caliber rifle and pistol with him. I loved to get to shoot these at beer cans or crows, hawks or groundhogs if we were fortunate to see them. I remember once that he told me that he took a shot across the front seat out the right rear door glass at a crow or something, and shot out the window, as it wasn't down at the time. He always tried to teach me morals and to be kind to other people. It seemed that everyone knew and liked Granddad because of this. I can't ever remember seeing him mad or getting upset. He was well liked and loved and dearly missed by those that knew him. Bob Risner
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