No Secret To The Grave Now
The man in the picture is my Uncle Bus again. The picture is deceiving if you think Bus is a lady's man.
Not saying he wasn't a lady's man, but this picture does not offer that kind of proof.
His sister Bee is the one looking at him.
The other three girls are first cousins.
One of the three girls, Lois Hunter, which I am still trying to pick out, lived to be 102 years old.
When Lois was about 85 years old she called me up screaming and chewed me out. She said I was telling family secrets that she had planned on taking to the grave with her.
In my genealogy research I found out my great grandfather, which was Lois's grandfather, was born a bastard and killed killed a man and was wanted for murder and changed his name while on the run.
Many years later, William's son William Jason died as a young man, leaving a wife and two young toddler daughters. William and Emeline took them in. One of the daughters were Lois. Her grandfather was the only father Lois knew.
She had vowed to herself to protect his good name and reputation.
I, on the other hand, made no such vows, and was excited about all the information I found and made a printout and mailed to the relatives that I thought would be interested, which included Lois.
I messed that plan up, didn't I?