Charlie Perryman
Pete was a good man, and I was proud to be able to call him my cousin. Pete’s mother, Laura, was #6 of 8 Perrymans. My dad, Charles, was #4. Pete, Carol, and I last played music together back in November at his church. Pete seemed to easily be able to pull a band together, whether for playing at his church, or at a nursing home, or over at his brother Neil’s garage for a pickin’ party. A couple of years ago, Neil suggested that we all get together and record our music. I am so glad we did, as I was able to listen to Pete play his fiddle again last night. His style was very similar to his daddy, my Uncle Willie. I bet the Browns and Perrymans are tuning up in heaven right now. I will miss you a lot, Pete.



