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| − | '''Background:''' | + | '''Background:''' Faron Rickard was born in Savannah, Georgia in 1880.<br> |
| + | The son of a bootblack and a charwoman, Faron was the first-born son and<br> | ||
| + | as such he was expected to learn his father's trade. Like so many men<br> | ||
| + | regardless of time-period Faron's father was a drunk and often exemplified<br the | ||
| + | the bootblack trade to his son with a harsh word and the back of his hand.<br> | ||
| + | |||
| + | Despite his hatred for his father Faron worked hard to learn the trade on the<br> | ||
| + | blisteringly humid streets of Savannah for the sake of his family who would<br> | ||
| + | have gone hungry on the drunken binges of an absentee father. As Faron grew<br> | ||
| + | older he became less and less the victim for the work he could do and the coins<br> | ||
| + | it provided and his father could scarcely wring every coin from the boy if he<br> | ||
| + | expected his son to pay for his gin.<br> | ||
| + | |||
| + | This arrangement lasted a handful of years until Good Friday of 1893. Faron had<br> | ||
| + | just turned thirteen the day before and the second day of April was warm, filled<br> | ||
| + | with springtime brightness, the over-sweet scent of blooming honeysuckle, and the<br> | ||
| + | buzzing of newborn flies. | ||
'''Contacts: '''[[Coretta Grey]] | '''Contacts: '''[[Coretta Grey]] | ||
Revision as of 00:59, 26 January 2022
Background: Faron Rickard was born in Savannah, Georgia in 1880.
The son of a bootblack and a charwoman, Faron was the first-born son and
as such he was expected to learn his father's trade. Like so many men
regardless of time-period Faron's father was a drunk and often exemplified<br the
the bootblack trade to his son with a harsh word and the back of his hand.
Despite his hatred for his father Faron worked hard to learn the trade on the
blisteringly humid streets of Savannah for the sake of his family who would
have gone hungry on the drunken binges of an absentee father. As Faron grew
older he became less and less the victim for the work he could do and the coins
it provided and his father could scarcely wring every coin from the boy if he
expected his son to pay for his gin.
This arrangement lasted a handful of years until Good Friday of 1893. Faron had
just turned thirteen the day before and the second day of April was warm, filled
with springtime brightness, the over-sweet scent of blooming honeysuckle, and the
buzzing of newborn flies.
Contacts: Coretta Grey
Personal Journal: Black Diary
Investigator's Notes: Black & Wise Casebook
