My great-grandfather Robert Armstrong was born on a plantation in Clover, S.C., around 1850, and held in captivity until slavery ended in 1865.
Slave owner Jesse Armstrong valued Robert, who was a child at the time, at $800, according to his last will and testament. I treasure a black-and-white photo of Robert and every shred of what I can remember of my late father’s recollections, shared on Sundays at the dining room table. They are links to my family’s not-so-distant past — a past that I try not to dwell on for obvious reasons