My first influence to barbecue was the Preacher Willie White.
He had an infectious smile with a few teeth missing and a song from his six string guitar.
He cooked from a basement log fired BBQ Pitt with hickory wood and that smell would overwhelm the downtown Wichita neighborhood at Second and Wabash.
Brisket would melt in your mouth, fall off the bone ribs, and chocolate sheet cake for dessert. Can’t forget that cold can of Strawberry soda.
He was true to old school barbecue life. He loved people, he loved what he did, and if you couldn’t afford lunch he still made sure you got fed. I can’t talk about Willie without mentioning his daughter Mary, a true sweetheart who kept him in line the best she could. She too was raised on the principals of BBQ heritage. Good people, I miss them.
The photo is what Willie wore to work everyday. Started out white, and ended up with stains from a hard working man. He smiled non stop and sang gospel songs all day.