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He was my grandfather, and he was a fine and good man—a pillar of the community. When he died, all of Wharton mourned. But six months later, it seemed he was forgotten just like anyone else.
How my grandfather’s death affected the town of Wharton—and me.
Small Texas towns live either in our memory or in our imagination. The ones with the storybook names live in both.