Somewhere in the bowels of black history in Gainesville, Georgia, there should be something said of a half black and half Cherokee Indian man named Scott Demory. There has never been any mention of Scott Demory anywhere, but he fed a lot of blacks during the day.
Scott Demory had a cafe on Athens Street before and after the 1936 tornado. “Watch them bright lights, Julie, slice that meat thin”. (Of course, he was a “bootlegger”). But that did not make him less than a great man because he cared for people even though he was no joke. It amazes our family that the white businesses on Cleveland Hwy have pictures of him killing the great black bears and even drinking the blood of the beasts. He was a hog butcher but gave a lot of food away. Maybe it was the way he carried himself. He was not a joke by any means. Grandma Julie never talked much, but there was no need because most who knew her didn’t bother to stir her.
Secondly and most importantly, was Bill Demory, Scott’s daddy. Bill Demory saved Saint John church by donating his last money after a dear member made off with the Church’s entire purse. No mention there either. It pays to do your homework fairly when you want to get input on ancestry. The best often go unmentioned, I’m not saying this because he is my granddad, but after all, he was just as great as Going Scott, Matt McCree, and some of the rest that went down like cowboys.