Frank Boyd

If my father was Peter, and mother was Parilee wouldn't someone remember me.  

If I had brothers and sisters named Lucy, Henrietta, Annie Lee, twins Mary and Martha, Jessie, Beatrice, Emanuel, Shadrach and Laura, wouldn't they want you to remember me.

If I came from a small place called Waycross, left home, you tell me you wouldn't remember me.  

Wouldn't you want to know about my son, Cecil, and his children.  Particularly the one writing this, Cheri, who won't let you forget about me.

Somehow I believe that the Boyd's have forgotten about me.  But when my name is spoken here in Columbus, Ohio everybody remembers me.