My cousins called him PaPa but I didn't realize that until we were older and no one told me to call him anything else. So...he was just my grandfather "Joe Fred." My favorite memory of him are the driving lessons he gave me at 15 years old. He didn't ask me if I wanted to go, just handed me the keys and said, "Come on." Who else could give driving lessons without talking?!! He just showed me the gas and break, said he knew I could do it, and motioned towards the road. Off we went in my Nana's little red car. He had complete confidence in me (or it seemed like he did) and I remember holding my head very high the rest of that day. We had a few talks about his pottery collection and he told me stories about excavating different pieces. I'm pretty sure some of them were made up, but I still listened. :)The first time he met my future husband he stuck out his right hand as if to make him decide between shaking his palm or finger (he always offered his good hand to women). Alzheimer's had set in by the time I had my son in 2010. My cousin Christina and I really confused him by having our babies 2 days apart, and my red hair sometimes made him think I was my aunt Shannon. The first time I took my new baby boy to their house he gently pet Carter's head and stared at him for what seemed like a very long time. I thought it was neat that no matter how much his memory faded he still knew how to hold a baby. He might not have known exactly which baby Carter was or which grandaughter I was, but we knew he loved all of us.I am proud of everything he did for NWA. I always get a certain feeling of respect from people when they find out I am Joe Fred's grandkid. I only wish I had been around back in the day so I could've known him better.