Mrs. Grant. Now, this is something that there is a haziness about it—two of my brothers were put on a farm with some people. It seems to me—I don’t know which two—went to Woodstock, Ill., and one went to a place called West Chicago or Chicago Heights and I have forgotten whether Jack was by himself and Earl and Sammy went to a place. Then later on it seemed to me Jack went to stay with a family, maybe a year later, called the Michelles—he admired them.
Mr. Hubert. Well, is it fair to state that apparently the family broke up; is that correct?
Mrs. Grant. Yes—well, my mother had a nervous breakdown. That was the first time, because of the dissension in the home because of my father’s activities of drinking.
Mr. Hubert. Is your father an alcoholic?
Mrs. Grant. Well, he lived until 89—how can we prove it—you know, we never knew if he was drunk or sober, but he drank plenty.
Mr. Hubert. When did he die?
Mrs. Grant. I would say in 1958 or 1959. I have just forgotten now, I’ll be honest about it.
Mr. Hubert. Do you recall whether Jack himself was involved in some sort of juvenile court proceedings?
Mrs. Grant. We all were. In the State of Illinois, when parents separated, I think there is such a thing as you are under the jurisdiction of the juvenile court, because I went to court several times. I don’t think—I think I was probably 12 or 13 years old—I don’t know. I remember going to a very famous court and I can’t think of the judge’s name.
Mr. Hubert. Well, what I’m trying to get at is this——