When I turned 40 I learned from my Mother that my Dad had had another brother named Jack Fuller. By then my Dad had passed away at 71. I said, "why didn't Dad ever mention Jack. Well, my mother said, It was just too painful for Daddy to talk about. Jack was the second child, and second son of Benjamin and Hazel Fuller. He was followed a year later by Anne and just after that by a baby boy named Kenneth. But the only ones I ever were told about were Anne and Kenneth. And so, I began to investigate the story of my Uncle Jack. I started with those who were still living who could answer my questions, my mother and my aunt Anne. My Uncle Kenneth remembered nothing of Jack. He was too young. It seems my Uncle Jack was unfortunate to be born in a very religious Seventh Day Adventist family. And at around age 6 his mother became ill and went into a hospital in NYC and never came out again. So, since my Father had already left home, and my Father's Dad did not feel able to raise Jack and Anne alone. He sent Jack and Anne to live with their paternal grandparents in Orlando, Florida. The baby Kenneth was temporarily adopted by family God parents. And so Jack and Anne were schooled in a private Seventh Day Adventist academy in Orlando. At that time known as the Sanitorium. Jack was very effeminate. His Father could not stand that. He would try and beat
it out of him. When that did not work. He put Jack in a military private school. That is not last long. Jack could not adapt. Finally my great grandparents Thomas and Anne Fuller put Jack in a mental
hospital in near Tallahassee Florida. When he was to be released, none of the family would take guardianship. And Jack drowned himself on a hospital picnic outing at Three Rivers in
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Florida_State_Hospital I was so sickened that my Uncle's life was
kept hidden like a dirty secret. That I went to visit his grave in the family plot in
http://www.greenwood-cemetery.net/about/ and I placed a white rose on Jack's grave.
