Jimmie Pollard was my mother's brother, and married my daddy's niece. I really don't remember how he came to have a glass eye, but I do know he loved to pick on us children about it. He would take it out and hold it in his hand and tease us that he would take our eye out just like that if we didn't behave. I remember that Uncle Jimmie worked hard to support his family by farming. When his little sister, Betty, died, even though he already had 4 children of his own, he took 2 of her children in and loved and raised them as his own.