“No Place to Hang My Hat”
Franklin Wilson was born on August 24, 1931 to Lincoln Wilson and Ethyl Jackson, who worked a forty-acre farm near Chatham, Louisiana. The Wilsons had nine children: Calvin, Chester, Anita, Franklin, Roland, Ida Jean, Lily Mae, Hattie and Daisy Mae, all of whom lived into adulthood. Besides working their own farm, Lincoln also worked on the side as a logger, and Ethyl chopped cotton and did housework for “white people” in town. Franklin went to school through the ninth grade and then quit to help his dad on the farm. When he was eighteen, he was drafted and served for two years, fighting in Korea.
When he returned home, he married his childhood sweetheart, Rosalie Stump. They had a nice wedding, Franklin remembers. “All of the neighbors came” and even some of his friends from the army showed up. They took a honeymoon trip to Miami, Florida, which was their one and only vacation. They had two children, Minnie Jo and Nellie Jo, just one year apart. After that, Rosalie couldn’t seem to get pregnant again, though she supposedly wanted a big family.
Over the years, it was always difficult for Franklin to find a job. After the war, he found it hard to stick to any one thing and drifted from odd job to odd job. For a while he worked as a janitor in a school, but he was eventually fired for drinking. Franklin says that he began drinking more and more, often staying drunk for several days at a time. His marriage to Rosalie quickly dissolved, and she eventually divorced him.
Franklin was devastated by this and decided to move to Los Angeles, where several of his siblings had already relocated to. He was able to find odd jobs again, sometimes in factories, but he never found a job that stuck, nor did he ever remarry. He dated several women, but nothing was ever “for real” he says. Finally, when he was in his early fifties, he decided to move back to Louisiana to take up farming again, as that was the only thing he thought he was really good at.
At one point, however, an old school friend showed up for a visit, and he convinced Franklin that Chicago was where he should be. After much thought, Franklin decided to take his friend’s advice and once again decided to try his luck in a city. He moved to Chicago and almost immediately got a job at the Sunbeam Lighting Company and found an apartment on the north side. He worked at Sunbeam for eight years and then at another company for three more before he started having health problems and eventually “retired.” He says he didn’t have time for much in the way of hobbies, but he did enjoy fishing, hunting and movies.
Franklin has apparently been living alone all these years until about a month ago when he had some sort of seizure and fell and hurt his leg. He was admitted to a hospital, where he also went through alcohol withdrawal. Apparently the discharge staff at the hospital discovered that his apartment was not fit to live in, as it was filthy and full of roaches, and they were therefore hesitant to release him. They began a search for his family, then, and eventually tracked down Franklin’s daughter, Minnie Jo. She currently lives in Los Angles with her husband and children and is very near her many aunts and uncles—Franklin’s siblings.
Minnie and Franklin’s sister, Hattie, flew in, then, from California to help find a nursing home in which to place him. Though the two of them worked together on his admission, they are at times at odds now, as they are both vying for control of Franklin’s situation.
Meanwhile, though Franklin claims to be unmarried and have no serious girlfriend, a woman by the name of Vera Michaels has been visiting him daily at the nursing home, telling the staff that she is Franklin’s common-law-wife. Franklin’s daughter, Minnie, says that this is ridiculous, that Vera is just “a friend” with whom Franklin sometimes used to spend time. “She has never lived with him,” Minnie claims, and she is not his “common-law wife.” Franklin himself will not clarify any questions regarding his relationship with Vera and gives vague answers when asked about it. When Vera does show up, however, he seems happy to see her.
Franklin is making a somewhat smooth transition to the nursing home. At times he seems confused, but he is happy to spend time with other male residents, usually watching sports on T,V. He also loves bingo. He says he is not anxious now, though he describes himself as being a “worry wart” in the past. He always tried to hide it, he says, and drinking helped. Franklin does not appear anxious or depressed at this time, though he often involuntarily twitches. He says he would like to see his mother and his other daughter, Nellie Jo, before he dies. They both still live in Louisiana and are the only ones left there. The rest of the family has either died off or moved years ago to Los Angeles.
Minnie says she is trying to arrange a way for her mom and sister to come to Chicago to visit Franklin, but she doesn’t know how realistic this is. Neither she nor her sister were ever very close to their father, having very rarely saw him, except for his brief stints of living in Los Angeles and then back in Louisiana before permanently moving to Chicago. Minnie is sympathetic regarding her father’s situation, but she is not overly emotional. “He left when I was two,” Minnie says. “My mom raised me and my sister alone, and that was hard for her.”
When asked about his life, Franklin says it was a good one, though he never really found “a place to hang my hat.” He seems to take everything in stride and doesn’t react to much. “I was a drifter,” he says. “But it wasn’t all bad. There were some good times, too.”
(Originally written: May 1996)