Thanks for your response. I very much want infromation on Ealre and Bleeka's parents. Lynwood lives near me but know nothing about them. I don't even know their names. Any information will be helpful. I didn't know they ever lived in NC.
Lynwood is not in good health. Even before he couldn't remember ever knowing about his Clark grand parents.

My mother' sister was Sue Ellen Sherard. She married William Earle Clark who was Bleeka's sister. I knew Aunt Bleeka. She was indeed a lovely lady. She took my cousin Harry into her home following the death of his Mother. I know little about the Clark side. This is copied from the Sherard History.
Sue Ellen Sherard(Charles M,James Wiley, William}Born Nov.29
1892,in anderson SC and diedn Nov. 27,1940 Buried . Old Sone Church.Earle born Feb.1889,in Meklenburg County NC.Died July 2,1970.Buried at Old Stone church.Only two of the five children survive, Charles and Lynwood. I don't have their addresses, but could possibly get them.Let me know if I can help.

My earlier message on Bleeka listed a brother Dewitt. That is wrong. Her brothers were Earl, George, Pete, J.B., and maybe a Walter & Alva. She had eight brothers. Her only sister was Taska. I need any information on her parents. I know very little about this part of my family. Any information would be greatly apprciated.

I know this doesn't pertain to Ms Bleeka's family but I thought you might like to know a little bit about the lady I knew as a small boy and whom I came to call Grandmother Bleeka. She was my grandmothers neighbor on Old Pendleton Highway from around 1973-1981. When I'd visit my grandmother in the summer and Christmas vacation, Ms Bleeka would have me over frequently for a pot of vegetable soup. I fondly remember her yellow house with old fashioned lift-style door "knobs", the old fashioned ice trays with the lever to break the ice, a toaster that looked like it must have been from the 19-teens (it flipped the bread to toast the other side with the push of a button!). Her house was like a working museum and I loved going over there
for her soup and sweet tea. I'd look at the old pictures of her family and she would explain who everyone was and what-not. In the summer I'd help her
pick figs from the tree in her backyard and marvel at the ancient (and at the
time, still-operable) washing machine with it's exposed drum and wringer on
the side. I still think about what a chore laundry must have been for her, even
with that "modern convenience". Even though she's been gone for so many
years, I still think back fondly to the little lady who opened her house to me
and treated me like one of her own. She was a kind-hearted Christian lady.

What a wonderful story that you have shared. This is no kin to me, but what memories you brought back to me about my own 'Granny'.

Thanks for sharing.