Chapter Five in “Decades with the Squad,” by William Palmer Jervey, Jr. It began as a simple suicide, if any suicide is really simple. The elderly recluse went out into the yard one summer evening, sat down in a chair in the shade of an old oak tree and put a pistol bullet through his […]

True to my word, I have been posting stories from my father’s memoirs entitled “Decades with the Squad.” My sisters and I agree that, for two of the stories I have published so far, there is a little more to each. First, “The Wig.” This story concerned a woman who died of breast cancer. My […]

Chapter Four in “Decades with the Squad,” by William Palmer Jervey, Jr. This can only de described as a tragedy most ghastly. An example of the fickle nature of this thing called fate. Many young men have engaged in folly similar to that of the one in this case. Few have paid so horrible a […]

Chapter Three in “Decades with the Squad,” by my father, William Palmer Jervey, Jr. “I’m OK. Help the girls,” pleaded the elderly gentleman as he stood shakily beside his demolished car. As was later determined, he was indeed alright, having sustained no injury. Most remarkable, considering the tattered wreck that had been his automobile. In […]

From “Decades with the Squad,” by my father, William Palmer Jervey, Jr. She was a typical youngish grandmother, loved her grandchildren, was adept at grandmotherly things like baking cookies and making doll clothes. When the illness struck, she took it bravely. Fought the good fight. She endured the surgery, the treatments, the medicine. More surgery, […]

From “Decades with the Squad,” by William Palmer Jervey, Jr. He was a solidly built and sturdy young man, this faithful member of the Squad, who shall here be known as Murphy. Indeed, so dedicated was he that frequently when the tone went off his haste to respond made impossible the tying of the shoes […]