James Milford Perkins Dies at 83

September 16th, 2009

by Glynn “Cowboy” Wilson

James “Milford” Perkins, the patriarch of the musical Perkins family of East Birmingham, Alabama, died Sept. 8 after a long bout with Alzheimer’s disease. He was 83.

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Earline and Milford Perkins

Perkins was a veteran of the second World War and retired from Hayes Aircraft as a painter.

He was born on March 23, 1926, to James and Eliza Perkins in a house or a barn near Little Rock, Arkansas, where his family had moved from Alabama in a horse-drawn wagon to raise cotton. But when the Great Depression hit in 1929, there were more opportunities in making moonshine than farming. So the family moved back to Alabama, ending up in the unincorporated suburb of Birmingham known as Center Point, the half-way point between the steel city and the country in Blount and St. Clair Counties.

Raised by three sisters, Milford was somewhat shy, but he loved music and he loved to sing. He also became known for his singing voice while in the Army and at Hayes, where he was tagged with the nickname “Peon.” Some of his favorite songs were Hank Williams hits such as “I Saw the Light.”

Because of his shyness, Perkins may have missed an opportunity to sing on the Grand Ole Opry. An Army buddy was so impressed with his singing that he tried to persuade him to come to a local radio station in the days when they were sort of a farm system for auditions to play and sing on the Opry. Milford couldn’t get up the nerve to play on live radio.

He was also known for playing and singing on the front porch of the Perkins shotgun house on Twenty Fifth Avenue, which became a gathering spot for musicians and their friends in the 1960s and ’70s, especially after the oldest son Wayne Perkins came back from an audition to play guitar with the Rolling Stones in 1974.

That’s about the time I met Milford and Wayne Perkins.


I played the drums in the Erwin High School band and became friends with Wayne’s sisters Gail and Debbie, and later his brother Dale Perkins, the drummer for the almost famous Alabama Power Band, which signed a two-record deal with Capitol Records in the late 1970s but did not take off after the record company persuaded the band to change it’s name to Crimson Tide to avoid a lawsuit.

Milford, as he was known by all, also loved to read books, especially on American history, World War II and the Civil War, and he loved to fish, especially in the Cahaba River nearby.

“I don’t suppose that anyone who ever met Milford could forget him,” said Bruce Williams, the husband of Gail Perkins Williams. He performed the eulogy at the Jefferson Memorial Gardens funeral home on Highway 11 in Trussville on Monday, Sept. 14. Wayne was there and sang a song he wrote for his mom and dad.

James Milford Perkins was a member of Sinclair Springs Baptist Church. He is survived by his wife of 58 years, Jewel Earline (Miller) Perkins; six children, including Wayne Perkins, Dale Perkins, Nadine Sims (Steve), Karen Calvin (Eddie), Deborah Owens, Gail Williams (Bruce); 12 grandchildren; 8 great grandchildren; and a sister, Betty Snow.

He will be dearly missed by all who knew him and the Perkins home will never be quite the same.

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The Perkins family: (back row) Wayne Perkins, Dale, Nadine, Karen, Debbie and Gail; Earline and Milford

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  1. Gail Perkins Williams Says:

    More photos of the Perkins family are here on my MySpace. It’s set for “public.” I have the Memorial Service transcript if you’d like to post it as well.

    Thanks Glynn, you did an outstanding job~

    Gail

  2. Wayne Perkin Says:

    Great job “Cowboy.” I really appreciate your piece on daddy. I’m Sure everyone else does as well.

    However, I believe you could fill up a book with “one liners” from my dad that he was so famous for as well as lessons and skills he taught us
    without knowing how much it would help us later in life.

    By the time I was 15-years-old, he’d taught me all I needed to
    face the world or at least I believed he had! Dad taught me
    how to work on cars, grow a garden, fish, hunt — and play guitar,
    which is the one I chose at the age of 6. At 14, I was making records in local studios with a band.

    I will never be able to thank him or my mom enough for the
    musical DNA, and mom for pushing me on to do whatever I wanted.

    I couldn’t have ask for a better life with a happier family.

    Sincerely,
    Wayne Perkins

  3. Glynn Wilson Says:

    No prob., brother. It was a story I had to tell, even though the New York Times will never know…

    I could not have done it without Bruce, since I didn’t want to disturb your mom in advance of the funeral to do all the research for this myself. He was able to catch some time with her for the eulogy, which had to be done.

    Feel free to share other stories on this new fangled printing press whenever you feel like it, and feel free to tell others to share their stories about Milford here as well. It is my belief that the best stories should be archived here on the Web for the generations to come. Printing with ink and paper will soon be a thing of the past. I’m about to post a column telling part of that story here in just a few minutes. I hope you and yours will read it and learn from it too…

  4. Glynn Wilson Says:

    Oh, and BTW: What was the name of the song you played? I can add that to the story…

  5. Robert Fulmar Says:

    Hey Perkins family, Hows mammer an em?

    Just happened to be looking up Wayne on Google, to see what ya been up to and found out about Peon. It saddened me greatly, all my love go out to you all.

    I hope y’all remember me, I used to run around with Jimmy Miller and have many great memories. How about the night I first got to take my sister’s Supper Bee out, and took a tab of acid and had a wreck with Wayne in the car? He already had a back brace on! If I remember correct he had hurt his back diving off a rock or something like that. That night we had gone to a party at someones lake house and were over by the mall when I tore up my sisters “Bee.”

    Anyway, I moved away from B’ham in ‘87 when I got laid off from Hayes and moved away to work for Boeing. I got laid off from Lockheed Martin this year after working for them here in Greenville SC for the past 20 years.

    I hope every one is doing good! If Wayne Dale, Nadine or Karen happen to see this please email or call me!

    rfulmar@hotmail.com
    864-848-3529

    I love and miss y’all,
    Robert Fulmar