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My mother, Frankie Jane Williams (Faulkner), was born in Graysonia and is still alive today (03/06/2015 - 81 years old). Many of her brothers and sisters (16 total family members) were born in Graysonia. My grandfather Joseph Hardy Faulkner delivered ice and various other goods to the residents there and kept a ledger of those to whom he delivered. My mother has that ledger.
Frankie resides in Delight, Arkansas, where the family moved after leaving Graysonia sometime around 1935. 

Jenimy Williams
Mount Ida, AR

My great-grandmother, Eliza Hernando Roberts, was the mail carrier for Graysonia for many years. She would awaken at 4 a.m., heat stones for her cold buggy ride, and hitch up her blind horse. She traveled at least 6 miles to pick up the mail and 6 miles back to deliver it each day. She also grew vegetables in her garden and sold them to the people on her mail route for a little extra income. She was the sole provider for her many children.
At age fifty-two, she married Mr. Bryant, who moved into the farmhouse and took over the farm duties for her. Throughout their entire marriage, he referred to her as Ma Bryant and she called him Mr. Bryant. One of her sons is buried in the small Graysonia cemetery that still exists today. She was an extremely kind, hardworking woman who was a pillar of the Graysonia community.
I returned yesterday from taking my father (from Michigan) to what is left of Graysonia in search of the old farmhouse his beloved grandmother owned. The roads to Graysonia are gated now, but one of his remaining cousins from Delight showed us the “secret” way in—the road they take to visit the old town and cemetery. The schools nearby closed that day due the flooding from the pouring rain. We did not take it seriously when we started the trip down the winding roads to Graysonia but soon realized we were taking a risk. We made it to the cemetery, but rushing waters and a washed-out road forced us to turn around and take the Alpine road to civilization. The area is dense with trees and deer. What an experience to allow my father to step on the land he played on as a small child.


Becky Laney
Saint Joseph, MI