Franklin Conner, my maternal grandfather’s brother, was an outgoing, generous man. However, one night he was supposed to meet some of his family for dinner but he never showed up. While they were waiting for him he killed himself. I learned the story of my great uncle Franklin doing genealogy research. Recently I traded emails with my grandfather’s (and Franklin’s) half sister, who told me some things about Franklin I hadn’t known. I’d been interested in the kind of person Franklin was for some time, as well his mother – my great-grandmother. You see, all I knew of my great-grandmother [...]
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