Beatrice Jackson-Jones Cooper:  

Hello fellow classmates of 1969. I don't know if you will remember me. I was sort of the quite type. I was picked on a lot growing up because kids, I quess, viewed me as being different. Light, bright and damn near white is what they called me. Then to top it off, I had red hair and freckles. I couldn't help my generics. My grandmother on my father side was a white Irish woman with red hair and freckles and I inherited her traits. As if that wasn't enough, my grandmother on my mother's side was half Indian. So I inherited the skin pigmentation and was labeled REDBONE throughout my high school years. But it's all good. I always wanted to be a nurse when I grew up. My family and friends thought that was a great idea. As it turns out, they were right. While I was in the eleventh grade, my father was attacked and left in the street for dead. He ended up being a vegetable (incompetent) for the rest of his life. I was only 15 when it happened. This devastated my mother and she died 6 months later. At the young age of 16, I was foun...Expand for more