On May 26, 1943, I was born to Willie Mack Peavey and Daisy Vaughn Peavey, who were the most loving, caring, and giving parents that any child could ever be fortunate to have. As a young baby, I traveled with my mother across the eastern United States as we followed my daddy, who was serving our great country. The first two years of my life were spent following him from base to base.
Just before my oldest brother was born, we went back to Waycross, Georgia to stay with my paternal grandmother until Daddy came home. I realize now that I was quite a challenge. My grandmother doted on me and spoiled me by always taking my side. I am sure my mother must have shed a few tears over her two year old little bundle of joy.
When I was about 2 1/2, Mom had put me in timeout in the bathroom. I don’t remember what my crime was, but I wasn’t a happy camper. While I was in that bathroom, I managed to unroll several rolls of tissue, dumped the dirty clothes hamper all over the floor, and was in the middle of taking everything out of the cabinet under the sink. All of a sudden, I heard the door opening and turned toward it. My mother was there to take me out of timeout! The look on her face told me I was definitely in for something worse than timeout!