Antigua
Mood:  a-ok

My brother Lucas recently took a vacation to his wife's home country, the Island of Antigua.  While he was there I started thinking about his children, daughter, LaKeshia, and two sons, Quincy and Xaviar.  I was thinking how great it would be for them to know where the other half of their heritage was about.  Visiting their mothers land would be good for them.  Then I thought it would be better if they could one day have citizenship there.

Well as I was thinking it my brother was introducing his children to their grandfather which still lives on the Island.  He is a big politican there and board member of an insurance company in which he make a very good living.  He met his grandsons for the first time and they hit it off.  Mind you that Quincy is 3 and Xavier is 1.  Anyway, myh brother learned that they already have dual citizenship, one here in the U.S. and one in Antigua.  I thought to myself this is wonderful.

The reason I feel this way is because that makes it that much easier for them to have access to their family there and be more aware of their heritage.  Maybe even someday they can start a business there or go into politics like their grandfather.  Maybe they won't grow up having so many questions about who they are like I did.

Gypsy
Topic: Gypsy Blood
I was talking with a cousin of mine about three months ago and he said the most interesting thing. He said that we had gypsy blood running through our veins. So this piece of info raised a brow. So I thought about it for a good while. Then I had to go to someone and ask if he remembered hearing of their being a gypsy family member. He thought for a moment and gave me a name. He said their was a man named Shed Hall that could have been gypsy. He was know to be a traveler.

Throughout my writings in creating this site you will notice names spelled different. That is because in census records names have been misspelled from time to time. I can't be sure that Shed Hall's name is spelled correctly.

One thing I know for sure is that my grandfather, Leroy Hall has told me on several occasion that there was a time when gypsies were plentiful in this area.

What I want
Mood:  cool
Topic: About Me
What is it that I want? The answer is simple. Like most men, I want to live forever. I'm not talking about physically living here in this world forever. I know that is impossible except when that time comes and man is changed to become spirit to live with his God. I'm talking about another way of living. I want to live by my name. Just like the names of my grandfathers that lived over 1,101 years ago. My father the Dragon of the Mountain Peak. Drogo was his name. He was a Viking that was born in France on the North shore of Normandy. His last name was de Montacute. Just like I know of him I want my seed to live on and for my name to live on as long as this earth spins. I want them to call me by name. I want them to know the things I did. I want to be seen by them as a man that walked with giants. I want them to see me as a man that never gave up a fight. I want them to know me as one that endured hardships and always came out on top. I want them to know that I believed in the same God that created Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. I want them to know that I was a romantic. I was a thinker, and at one time an artist. I want my grandchildren to speak my name from time to time. I want my name to be part of history. What history? I don't know. Maybe the history of the world. Maybe the history of his country, or maybe the history of family. If this world is to go on for another 1,000 years I want my name to be spoken at the end of that 1,000 years.

Baby X
Mood:  happy
Topic: Welcome to the World
On Wednesday, November 23, 2005, came into the world Xavier Edward Hall. As of today I have not yet seen the new prince in the family. I have seen pictures and what a handsome baby boy he is. Edward, what a fitting name, for it is the name of royalty. It has been the name of the Montague cousins that sat on the thrones of England and Scotland if my memory serves me correctly. This years Thanksgiving is truly a day of thanksgiving for we are thankful that the newest member of the family is healthy and strong. May God bless him and may he serve his family well.

My dream is that one day maybe there will be a non-white president of the United States of American and that he will come from my family. Maybe this kid is the one.

Grandpa Dennis
Topic: His Family
I was listening to my father and his brother, Roy talk today. They said that Grandpa Dennis, which is my great grandfather had a wife down in Mississippi somewhere. That would explain the people my cousin Horace Hall met that claimed to be related to us. The strange thing about that family is they have the same names as members of our family. No doubts now that they are my family.

A Story I Heard Once
Mood:  special
Topic: When we came to town.
I don’t know how to start this entry, so bare with me. My family came up in a time when
they saw things like people getting killed just because their skin was red. Their were
others that were killed for having brown skin. My grandfather recalled hearing the stories
of men, both black and white kill Indians because they simply walked by their house
within the range of a bullet. Even my father grew up hearing stories about the Indian
wars. I guess it was a blessing from God that my grandparents and great uncles and aunts
had brown skin and were of mix races. You see that way they could fit in both worlds.
Maybe I should say three worlds. Some could pass for native, some black, and others
white.

On top of dealing with racism there were other families that had control of this place we
call district 5. These families were called outlaws then, but now I guess you would call
them gangs. If the truth is to be known, that’s what it was; a gang. The story has been
told to me that when we arrived here in district 5 the family bought land all over the
district. They were the largest minority land owners in the county. They raised their first
crop before they bought their wives and children into the district.

As time went on they had to deal with other families, or gangs. To make everything clear
they never called themselves gangs. It’s just the term I am using. Wars went on between
them and bodies were left in the dust. My family realized that they too had to live by the
gun.

The gun has been a right of passage in the family for a long time. If it wasn’t for the gun
I might not be sitting here telling this to you now. Those men took nothing from no one.
I have heard the stories of the bodies that lay rotting away from people trying to take
advantage of my family members. There were times where beefs came up with people I
know nothing about and the men would pick up the gun, meet together and leave home
for days until things were safe for them to return home. Several members of the family
had to leave the state to avoid prosecution or execution from the law. In those days we
could not get a fair trial, so some had to go in the wind. I have been told that my
grandfather’s father was the head of the family. My grandfather once told me that he was
afraid of his father. I asked why and he replied, “because he was mean.” His son (my
great uncle) was arrested once for shooting someone and when the police came my great
grandfather did not want him to go with them. The cops had a reputation of beating dark
skin people in their custody. But the cops insisted that they had to be the ones to take him
in. My great grandfather told them that they could take him, but when he came to bail
him out he had better not have a mark on him. My great uncle came home clean as a
whistle.

I can tell this story now because those two great generations are gone on now. They are
no more. But they left a legacy. They had land. They donated land for a school for the
kids in this district. They settle disputes. They rose to the occasion whatever it was. So
family, be proud of those men. They did what other ethnic groups did to survive and
make a living from farming to cooking whisky and then giving back. They did what they
did so we could live free and continue to be free. They even fought for our right to vote
here in Fayette County. They demanded respect and they got it. They fought for this
country in every war and I am proud to be an American. Now here I sit, a product of the
black man, the red man and the white man. All one family. An American family.

The House
Mood:  not sure
The house on the outside of this site is dark, in the middle of a storm. The reason is that our history has been dark and stormy.

If any of you know the history of Richard III, king of England you know that his brother reined as king first. His brother had 2 sons. Then the king died. His eldest son should have taken the throne and if something happeded to him, his youngest brother would take the throne.

Richard had the 2 boys locked in the tower inside the castle. He ordered one of his soldiers to kill the boys, his nephews. The soldier would not because they were children. Richard took his sword and climbed to the locked chamber and murdered his brother's children in order to take the throne for himself. Then he became know as king Richard III.

From Nam to Sweden to Memphis
Mood:  vegas lucky
My cousin Dennis Hall passed this year at the age of 91. While at the funeral I met another cousin of mine whose name I can't remember at this time. Anyway, she had heard about me from other relatives that had found my web site, so she wanted to talk to me.

She told me something about my uncle Joe Cooper that I didn't know. She told me that he had a son. Even more surprising was what she had to say about him.

She told me that Uncle Joe's son had been drafted into the army and was sent to Vietnam. Things were so bad there that he went AWOL. He fled to Sweden. There he met and married a Swedish girl. Then he wrote a book about his experience.

I can't remember exactly what the name of the book was, but it was something close to "From Vietnam to Sweden to Memphis." I can't remember the name of the author just now, but when I do I will post it here.