Dal Vinson
 

The Iron House has succumbed to the morning rising sun, of June 26, 2026 - As Dal AKA Alonso Vinson, As his earthly journey began and ended in the month of June, first with a cheer and now with tears. As the overalls depression baby born on June 18, 1932 - only to rendezvous with something he would never use, the AI infatuation of its monumentation.  

Dal, dusted up overalls was common decor for walking the dusty unpaved runway of Wilson Mills, a town commonly described as 20 miles outside of Raleigh, NC. "Schools were not colorblind in his time. Too often they reflected an educational system designed to support the plantation rather than cultivate the potential of every child. His "alligator arms" just barely could reach his pockets. In other words, he knew how to hold on to a dollar. Yes, I showcase his story, never in shame but in fame. Northern dreams, Paterson NJ, 1959, New aspiration and dreams, but his Wilson Mills patois-dialect gave him away every time, he’s a country boy at heart. His wife Rose Vinson, was the epitome of female efficiency as the balancing force in his life, she was simply his joy.  

He also was a Proud member of Local-239 Builder Trade Union, Now Local - #3 - His Hobbies in life were Fishing, Playing cards, Traveling especially back to the Carolines, picking sweet potatoes from the fields, for free, that was Big Ups for him. FREE, he also enjoyed watching the NY Mets,Horse Racing & spending time with his extended Family. He was always overjoyed when a young family member asked him a family history question. He loves being the family Patriarc, Long Live The Patriarc without your earthly pains.

Notices very little mention about individual family members, this is totally a him day!

Take My Hand, Precious Lord
Mahalia Jackson