August 1951 brought death to my family. My Granddaddy Marion Grissett died at age 75. His neighbor Mr. Marvin Lisenby rolled into our lane to motion with his head for Daddy to come out to the car. I was on the front porch with my siblings and that was a sure fire way to get our attention.
Daddy walks to the car with a knowing look on his face.
That gave me another reason to shush everybody and get information.
" Shut up y'all, som'ums wrong".
Daddy listens to Mr. Marvin and asks,
"Do what, what happened"?
" Mr. Marion just fell dead".
" When, where, how long ago"?
Mama was cleaning the Kel...