I don’t remember a whole lot about him but I recall a quiet man. When I look at this picture of him and me I remember a sly smirk on his face. The same smirk my grandmother had, the same smirk I sometimes have. It can mean numerous things but on that summer day in my grandmothers backyard it felt familiar. It felt like a hurry up and take it moment. When I look at the photo I laugh because I think I wear my hats the same way.
Unfortunately, I don’t have much to share about my Great Grandfather. Let that be a lesson to all. Ask questions and often! Today as I continue to celebrate Black History Month I honor Allen Knowings who would’ve been 112 this year.