Sheriff Harry Dunlap

I remember my Uncle Harry as I called him and my aunt very well that was definately the good ole days, you don't have jails like that anymore, my mother told me of one time (many other stories however) but this one is great. The lived above the jail my aunt and uncle, my aunt cooked all the meals for the inmates and I'm not talking bologna sandwich with a cookie stuck in the middle of it. I, talking fried chicken, homemade biscuits, jams, you name it, it was real down home southern cooking. I remember one fellow I was told was a heavy drinker and would intentionally get in trouble so he could come back just to eat my aunts cooking! That dreadful day when Harry was shot and killed where he went to just try and talk to that boy whom he knew out of that barn who was taking pot shots off at passer by's with a shot gun, but Uncle Dunlap knew the boy had a mental problems and knew his dad well. Was told as soon as he got from behind the patrol car sat his gun down and said Now look I'm just coming up there to talk to you, that was it. It actually took tanks and such from Fort Hood to get that boy out of that barn, eventually they had to shoot him. I wish Uncle Harry was still around... but I'm sure he still watches over me and checks out whats going on now in the world and realizes it certainly was a simplier time, happier time back then compared to things now. That ole hand radio that they used compared to all this modern technology, I'm sure he's shaking his head... we still have that picture of him sitting at that ham radio taking and dispatching to the other officers.

Sure would be good to have a reunion, no one seems to stay in touch anymore....

Tammy Hunter Whitley
Niece

September 10, 2018