Stories told to Robert M. Leverette 2 Feb. 2006

 When dad was born his mother and father only named him Euston with no first name.Upon entering school, dad said he was embarrassed because all the other children had two names so when  the teacher asked him his name, he spoke up and said Robert Euston. So from then on he was Robert Euston. At the time, our last name was spelled Leverett but dad had a teacher who claimed  the name was French and should be spelled with a terminal "E", thus Leverette. For every paper dad turned in with his name spelled Leverett, the teacher deducted 10 points from his score. Dad said  everyone in the family adopted the terminal "E" except for his dad who refused to spell the name in that manner! Anyway, this became a habit with dad and when ask to spell the name for his children's  birth certificate, he spelled it with the terminal "E". Aunt Hilda was a registered nurse and during the 1940s, she applied for and got everyone in the family delayed birth certificates with the name spelled  "correctly", Leverette.

 While in highschool, one of the principal's favorite punishments for the boys was to make them dig a trench, 12" wide, 12" deep and 50 feet long. After the student finished digging, the principal would  inspect the trench, pronounced that it passed and then made the student go back and fill-in the trench. My father said that he had to do this several times but could not, or would not, remember the  reason why.

As a young boy he loved to hunt and fish and did so frequently, but one day after hunting for rabbits, he was cleaning his kill and contracted Rabbit Fever and almost died from it. He never hunted again after this experience. He, also, loved to play any kind of sports, especially Basketball for his highschool in Camilla, Mitchell County, Georgia.

As a teenager he drove a logging truck for his father. During this period his father was logging one of the Cypress swamps of North Florida where according to my father there were Cypress trees which rivaled the Giant Redwoods of the west coast. Their trucks all had platforms built over the cabs for the lumberjacks to stand while sawing the trees. Many times returning from the sawmill my father had to stop the truck and climb the platform to see over a fallen tree trunk to locate the sawing crew. His worst memories of this time was the buzzards. South Georgia and North Florida had a enormous amount of buzzards and they enjoyed sunning themselves along the roads. Several times while driving a load of logs to the sawmill these sunning buzzards would take to the air just as his truck would reach them and crash through the windshield. They would invariably throw-up as they died and he said it would take many baths and several days to get that horrible smell off him and his clothes.

After Janice and I were born he set pins in a bowling alley in West Palm Beach, Florida for 75 cents a day; during this period, the four of us lived in a one room apartment. Just before hostilities broke out, he began working for the Civil Service, through the Second World War until 1946 when he changed to civilian construction until he retired in 1978. During his civil service days he help build-up Camp Blanding in Stark, Florida; Tyndall Army Air Corps base at Panama City, Florida and in 1943 was sent to Warner Robins Army Air Base, Georgia. In 1949, he moved us to Macon, Georgia after having obtain work with Taylor Construction Company.

Below by Jeffrey Calvin Leverette

I'm to young to remember dad working for Taylor Construction Company. My earliest recollection was dad working for B.L.Twiggs Construction Company, he was the General Superintendent for that company. The next company he worked for was Williams & Associates Construction Company. Dad built the house that I grew up in, in 1953. The house is still there, but the neighborhood it's in is severely run down, in fact the entire city of Macon is.