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 o