Ray Wesley Kinserlow Jr.
Chester Wilson
This will take some explaining. Recently my mother, a genealogist, had me take a DNA test on my Y chromosome. I discovered I was not kin to the Kinslows, but rather I was kin to Wilsons all over hell and half of Georgia. My mother had heard a rumor when she first married my father that my father was not the biological son of the man who raised him and whose name he bore. Knowing that my paternal grandmother was dating a man named Chester Wilson around the time my father was conceived and the vehement assertion by a living contemporary of my father that "Bert was not his father," has led my mother to believe that Chester Wilson was the biological father of her husband. For years my mother believed the guilty party to be a man who allegedly raped my paternal grandmother in her youth. She had a DNA test done on my father and one of his sisters and the results indicated that there was a high probability that they did not have the same father. I remember this revelation disturbed my father and when he came to me about it, I told him I loved him no matter who his father was. I am glad he's not alive to learn the truth because it would have really troubled him as it would have most people of his generation. When I first saw the above picture, I thought, "two deputy sheriffs and a secretary," and "Which one is Chester?" Well, don't know if they ever in those occupations (their father was a judge) but a relative identified the twin on the right, facing in, as Chester. Well, I'll be damned, "Hello, Grandpa."
"Molly the Menace," my beloved dog. A Bichon Frise,
she could chew up a steel ball.
