Grandma (Zeda (Lachney) Richmond) has always been one to tell us family stories, for as long as I can remember. With her recent passing I thought I should get them written down so that I will always have them and be able to share them with other family members as well. So welcome to my first posting of Grandma’s Tales From Life in West Virginia.
As a child, Zeda’s family had a dog named Joe. They got Joe because he followed her Dad (who is also Joe) home one day from the coal mines. The family really loved this dog.
One day, the dog was hit by a car and died. The girls and their Mom, Mary, were on the porch of the house, just crying. The neighbors had started to show up, hugging Mary and offering their condolences. Saying how much the liked “Joe”. As one neighbor was hugging Mary and offering his condolences, Joe came out of the house and the neighbor exclaimed, “Joe what are you doing, we thought you were dead!”
Our lesson from this family story is…
Do not name your dog after a family member, can tend to cause too much confusion later on.