Ivy was born Mar 19, 1915 and died Oct 22, 1999. She was married to Webb Allen Gregory,
born Feb 27, 1913 and died Nov 11, 1981. They had four children who lived to be adults.

I.D. still survives. He is married to Grailon Richmond Gregory and they are the parents
of two daughters. Wynell was born Jan 4, 1921 and died Feb 8, 1987. She was married to
Ed Smith who still survives. They had no children.

Herschel and Mary lived at the present home site of their grandson, Eldon Gregory, on
the Young Branch Road in the Maces Hill community of Smith County. Herschel and Mary
are buried in the Dixon Springs Cemetery.

I have a story about Herschel related to me by my father, Dewey Dickerson. This story took place
in the 1910 to 1920 timeframe. Herschel had some hogs that he wanted to sell and received word
that a certain man wished to look at them for possible purchase. It was commonly known that this
man was mean, dangerous and was accused of murder. Herschel was naturally somewhat apprehensive
of him while at the same time not wanting to not miss a chance to sell his hogs. The hogs were
held in a pen at a secluded spot some distance from his house and Herschel did not feel safe
going there with this man. So to improve his confidence, he slipped his pistol into his pocket
and went to meet the man for the walk to the hog pen. As they were en route, the man said,
"Gregory, are you scared of me"? At which time Herschel replied, "Why not a d-- bit"! The man
just laughed and I don't know whether he bought the hogs or not.

There is still another story I have concerning Herschel and my uncle, Dalton Dickerson. One hot
September day in the mid 1940s, Herschel, Dalton, my father and a number of other men rested
while taking a break from harvesting tobacco. They sat and carried-on casual conversation in
the shade, at the edge of the hillside tobacco field. Farther up the hill was a late tomato
patch and Dalton, who was about 30 years old, decided to walk up to the patch and have a
tomato. Upon arriving, he found a number of these fine red, ripe, delights. He ate one and
then at the request of one of the other workers threw one for that person to catch. As he let
loose with a nice big juicy one, it slipped and to his horror, hit Herschel in the back of his
head. For an instant, there was a red haze of tomato juice, pulp and peelings encircling
Herschel's head. Herschel exclaimed, "Blame! What was that? Immediately, Dalton thought the
end of the world had come for him and he quickly expressed his regret and made his apology.
Herschel laughed and responded by saying "Why I like this sort of stuff, that's just fun
to me!" Herschel's son, I.D., also one of the workers, said, "Well, it served him right. He
used to hit me in the head with green walnuts". Needless to say, Dalton was quite relieved
by these words and vowed never again to throw a ripe tomato.