When my mother lay dying she asked me
to find her history for her. My father's was well known but she had
always hungered to know her ancestors. I made promise to do this,
even though we both knew it would not be before she died.
When we
buried her I renewed my promise. Each time I went to stand by her stone I spoke to her of what had been done. This searching began in 1987. Mother had died on September 15th.
It was a struggle.
Then, slowly, slowly, a drop at a time, a name, a line, a place, and
then a gush of findings and names came out of the past into my hands
through the work of cousins living and dead. I was grateful for
their help. My promise was redeemed.
Then, a book arrived, "McReynolds - A Noble Clan," purchased in the hope it would uncover the past and fulfill my pledge. Turning the pages, slow and careful, I found myself in a different world. The generations were many. Mother
counted her descent from Robert the Bruce, through women and men,
brave and good, hardened and determined.
Reading their stories through the long stretch the time which divided us I learned of their struggles. Their lives were harsh, demanding. Of need, they bred their sons to be warriors of supreme skill and determination. Forced from their homeland to America they brought rememberings with them.
I
discovered this in bare time to take the knowledge into the theater
with me and see Braveheart. Robert the Bruce was just a name when
the lights went dim. Into that theater came my husband, a
Craig, who had boasted of his Highland blood.
When we left the dim light and the stilled screen we were
both silent. He never again spoke of his roots.
The Bruce redeemed himself; the
Craig did not. Wallace was dead, deceived and betrayed by the Craig.
I would discover that Craigs
breed true to their falsity, at least on the line of Craig Franklin. Some stories are too true to recount
whole in one speaking. This is one such story.
Melinda Pillsbury-Foster
A number of people, not many, but a few, have read this and questioned my reasons for feeling deeply angered by Craig. I understand that most of these imagine circumstances for the divorce that fall in with their own experiences. When I tried to explain what had gone on they were incredulous. Surely, they would mutter, you are exaggerating. Generally this happened only a short way into the explanation. So, instead of again writing or talking I'm going to send you to this website It takes you first to my learning about Craig's real sexual fantasies, which he wanted to live out by raping my little girls and the lengths he and his boss were willing to go to to kill me to avoid being exposed.
UPDATE - September 29, 2024 The last time there was a location for Craig he was at a care home in Kissimmee , Florida. He may have died, or his brother, Sterling, may have taken him in, as he did Craig's son, Scott, who was released from prison after paying to have his wife murdered. This act having been stopped because Scott's less than confidential search for an assassin had been reported to the police. Scott was not released until his cancer was advanced and was thought would soon die. No other reports have surfaced for Craig or his son.
