Ruby Davis Brown was my cousin. Thank goodness, the Davis clan doesn’t go in for those “removed” cousins like some families do, or I would not have a single Davis cousin since my dad is an only child. No, in the Davis family, you are either a cousin…or you’re a cousin…period!
In 2002, Ruby published a wonderful book of family memories, just tidbits here and there of the things she remembered. Today, she speaks of her father, Johnny Green Davis, my uncle…okay, my great-uncle. My dad is an only child, remember?
“November 4, 1990, Papa passed away. Johnny Green Davis passed away at the age of 96. He continued to go to the Senior Citizens Center in Comanche for his noon meal and to play dominoes with his friends even though he had failing health and poor eyesight. That was his routine up to one week before his death. He continued to be active in his church [Eastside Baptist], going twice on Sunday and to the Wednesday night service. On Wednesday night, he said he wasn’t feeling well, and he passed away on Sunday. Very few things kept him away from church.
“Papa always sat on the same pew, next to the aisle every time he went to church. He used a four footed cane and would always hang it on the pew in front of him. Through the years, it wore the finish off of that spot. The church people left it in his memory. The spot was still there last winter in 2002. I am sure one day there will be so many new people who did not know Papa and won’t know why that spot is there, and it will be refinished. Papa was an active Deacon for many years. Every person in church from the oldest person to small children called him Uncle John.
“Everyone in the family, from the children to the great-grandchildren, called him Papa.”