Like James, Mary was mixed-race.

And we don't know how she met James' father, Hugh, or whether she was ever enslaved before meeting him.

There are simply no documents to tell us.

All we could say for certain is that when Hugh drafted his will, he and Mary shared four children together, which raised a compelling question.

So do you think Mary and Hugh ever married?

I would think so.

I would hope so.

I would want to think that.

Please turn the page.

This record is dated September 21st, 1837.

"Hugh McClymont and Mary Robinson, married by license on the 21st day of September, 1837."

Your third great-grandfather and mixed-race third great-grandmother got married.

They obviously were in love.

Exactly right.

But my mother, she didn't wanna say that name, the McClymont.

But this was a good guy.

I don't know why your mom didn't wanna say his name.

He loved this woman.

He legitimized his marriage.

He took care of the mixed-race kids.

I think it's because she did not know this side of her own story.

Right.

And had she known this real side, it might have been different.

We had one more surprise for Sheryl.

Turning back to Hugh McClymont's estate records, we saw that he was determined to make sure that his wife was secure even after his death.

"It is my will and desire that my affectionate wife, Mary Robinson, alias McClymont, and beforenamed children, shall have my property named Ginger Hall."

I love that.

Share and share alike.

Hugh left Mary and their four children his home.

Wow.

What do you make of that?

That's a big deal.

Big deal.

Yes.

Essentially, he was making more than just a symbolic gesture.

He was giving his wife independence and status in a post-slavery Jamaica.

You gotta love this guy.

I love that.

You gotta love this guy.

And by the way, Ginger Hall, 340 acres of land in Manchester Parish.

I've gotta go find it.

You got it.

And reclaim it!

And we do things like that.

"Guess who I am?"

Wow!

Have you ever heard of a story like this before?

Never.

Nor have we.

Wow.

Hugh McClymont passed away sometime before 1845.

We know this because Mary remarried that same year to a formerly-enslaved man named Adam Saunders.

We're not sure when Mary herself died, but through her marriage to Hugh, she was set up for a comfortable life.

My goodness.

And she married a Black man.

When the white man died, she married the Black man.

And there you have it.

She goes, "Might as well try..." Try both sides of it!

Try both sides.

How does it feel to learn this story?

You know, you keep blowing my mind.

Because, like you said, all of this is very unusual.

We don't hear these stories like this.

We just don't.

This is like, go figure.

Absolutely.

And it's such a happy story.

Yes.

Out of the bowels of slavery.

Comes love, comes hope.