Yesterday was my Granddaddy's birthday. I never fail to think of him on February 19th. Henry Clifford Tankersley lived all of his life in Georgia. He was a mountain man who worked in Saw Mills in the mountains of north Georgia. He passed on his love of the land to his two sons, Robert and Ray, my daddy. He and my grandmother had seven children but only four lived to adulthood. They lost two toddler daughters to diphtheria and their oldest baby girl to prematurity. Granddaddy loved to hunt and fish in his spare time. He was a superb Bee Man and his honey was some of the best I have ever tasted. After he retired he went back to work in the US Forest Service's Older American Program. This picture was made on the job at Lake Connasauga on Grassy Mountain. He was a quiet man but oh how he was loved by all of his grandchildren. I can only remember his "yelling" at the grandchildren one time. The Cousins had all decided to walk down the hill in the back yard onto a utility building which was built into the hill. We were having a big time standing on the roof of the building when Granddaddy put an end to that. As an adult I know he was probably scared that one of us would fall off the roof. I am so blessed to have sweet memories of this dear man. I am proud that one of my sons( Charles Clifford) and one of my grandson's( Henry Baylor) carry on his name and his legacy.