Jul 19, 2016
My Grandpa Prater's Wrestling Moves
He was a man's man, always doing something with his sons and sons-in law and various friends: hunting, fishing, playing horseshoes, working on cars.
He had a thick Kentucky accent that was virtually incomprehensible, but he didn't say much anyway. When the family gathered in the living room to play cards and exchange gossip, he kept silent unless someone asked him a question. The indoors was uncomfortably stuffy; he'd rather be out with his friends and some dogs on a midnight hunt.
The only time he perked up was when someone asked him to play his banjo. Then he'd play "Foggy Mountain Breakdown" or "Cotton Eyed Joe," as good, and as fast, as the Lester Flatt and Earl Scruggs at the Grand Ole Opry.
There was a sadness about him that I didn't pick up on when I was a kid. Something deep and dark, that the little joys of everyday life couldn't penetrate. It wasn't just that he had lost his wife, three older brothers, and four of his eleven children. It was a dream deferred, a hope from his childhood that he abandoned.
More about that later.
I have two erotic stories about Grandpa Prater. The first is about judo.
The summer after fifth grade. We're all at the farmhouse, but my brother and Cousin Buster are off somewhere, so I'm the only kid. Dad and my uncles are up by the Old House, playing horseshoes. I'm not allowed because I'm too little. I don't necessarily like horseshoes, but I like hanging out with the men, especially when my only other option is sitting in the farmhouse with my Mom and aunts, gossipping about who did what with whom thirty years ago.
I'm wandering aimlessly through the side yard and the rhubarb patch when Grandpa Prater appears, wraps his huge paw around my shoulder, and says "I hear you're taking wrestling."
(I'm not going to try to transliterate his incomprehensible Kentucky accent. Use your imagination.)
"Judo?" He repeats the unfamiliar word. "Did you know I was a wrestler in high school?"
The uncensored story, with nude photos, is on Tales of West Hollywood.