Old Enough

I write about Frank Boyd, not just because he was my grandfather, but primarily because his family was never known by my father.  Frank died in 1960, I was four.  Old enough to remember that I had a grandpa.  Old enough to remember what he looked like.  Old enough to know that we had no relatives from his side of the family.

I write about Frank Boyd because he told that he was from Waycross, GA.  I found Frank Boyd in Waycross, GA because he told that he had sister Mary and Martha.  That stood out, Mary and Martha from the Bible.  I write about him because he once resided at 149 Spruce Street.  This is the same address that my mother's mom and dad, Eugene and Maud Hairston, eventually purchased.  I write about Frank Boyd because my mother is one of thirteen Hairston children and they all remembered Frank Boyd.  No one in Frank Boyd's family remember's him and his family had fourteen children.