I met Howard in an East Nashville, mobile home park, where he lives. We talked a lot about his unpublished book called, A Million Bodies, No Blood. Best I could gather, the book was an explanation of the Bible, from Howard’s perspective. We also talked a lot about Howard’s father, a preacher and jailer.
Howard: Back when I was younger, I got out and messed up. Dad was jailer up there in Glasgow Kentucky. He was there when they took me in. I was about thirty-one. Dad sat there and looked around and said, “what have you done?” I said, “well dad, it’s a little misunderstanding.” I didn’t have time to get three words out after that, because back then, even though I was 31 years old, his belt come away from around him.
I’ll be honest with ya. I was 31 and that was the hardest whippin’ my dad ever gave me in my life.
Howard: Yes sir, it was. They didn’t have child abuse or nothing like that back then.
BW: What did they bring you in for?
Howard: I went out and bought a truck and a car, I did. Up there in Clay County. When I bought the car and the truck, I wrote a check for them. I didn’t have enough money in the bank to cover it. Mister, that was one of the worstest days I ever felt in my life. I went to jail and he give me what you call a behind the barn spankin’. He left stripes on me back in 1967, he did. I still remember it, right today, as I look you in the face.
BW: Do you miss him?
Howard: Well yeah, I do miss him, mister.