It's a sad story. My mother passed when I was almost ten years old... Wendy Ellen Stigall, and at my mother's funeral, I found out that my grandfather was not my grandfather! The man that was there at every baseball game, etc. was the father of my aunts and uncle (Susan, Ingrid, Charles). At the funeral a man walked up to me and said he was my grandfather, all I was told was that his name was JC. I assume those are initials, but not sure. From what my aunts would give me... not much, was that he used to hang at a bar called Yancy's. I remember Yancy's bar because I would go there when I was little with my grandmother (Mamie Thompson). My past is very broken and I would like to know my history. any and all information is warranted and much appreciated.