Fred Lee Gibson

There should about a hundred or even a thousand "memories" of Fred. He was one of my oldest cousins, and I was one of the youngest. As my father, Quentin, told me once, "I wouldn´t give a hoot in (you know where) for a boy that didn´t have some orneriness in him". Fred qualified, and as far as I could see, he came by it honestly between Everett and uncle Quentin. There was a glint in the eyes and smirk in the smile that always gave it away.