Every year my grandfather, Jefferson Clark, would travel from Washington, DC to Hamden, Connecticut to visit with his daughter and her family. Then he would go to Egg Harbor, New Jersey to visit with another daughter.
In 1938, when I was 12 years old this picture was taken with three of his grandchildren. All of us admired this man who fathered seven children; left Selma, Alabama in the 1890’s after being threatened by white supremacists for writing about segregation, and came to Washington, DC to work for the federal government. His stature and overall demeanor was impressive. He set a good example for us in the way he carried himself, the stories he told us, and most important his sense of humor. The older I got the more I respected the example my grandfather had set. I was 20 years old when he died 65 years ago but I can still see him walking down Marlboro Street swinging his cane.
Written By: Tom Taylor