This is my Grandfather, William Seward Jackson. I grew up in the extended household with him, my grandmother, my mother /father (until their divorce), and my Uncle Donald. Pictured in this frame, on the wall at my cousin Elizabeth C. Caswell 's house, is a branch from a tree in Fayette. Mississippi.
When my Grandfather was a young man he was a crack shot with a shotgun. He taught many of the young men in town how to hunt and shoot, part of becoming a man in that town.
On a given day, my Grandfather's Mom went to town to grocery shop for the family. A White man walked up to his mother when she had completed her shopping and said to her " Hey Gyal, I would like to pay for your meat." This was tantamount to a proposition for sex with a double
