Clyde and O. H. Mckissack

Clyde died a few months before I was born, but from the stories i've heard...he could be a good person but with mean tendencies. He drank alot and wasn't really in his children's lives. I know that he loved my grandmother, but it just didn't and couldn't work out. He had 2 children I knew of clyde James who then became clyde Freeman and Doris Paulette, who is my bio mother. I then was adopted by my grandmother and raised to know clyde as my father and clydeen Bernice as my mother. God rest both of their soul's and I will always love you both.

Everytime I would get into some kind of trouble growing up, my mother would always say I'm going to call your Uncle Howard and have him take you to jail...He was a police officer at one time or so. That's my fondest memory of my Uncle Howard. He was so funny when he would come to see me at home or at my grandmother Etta's home too