When people go to St. Augustine's University, they tend to make it a family affair.
Earlier this week, I spoke with Edna Stroud, a retired educator living in Raleigh, who graduated from the school on Oakwood Avenue in 1953. She enjoyed the experience so much that she encouraged her four younger siblings to attend, too.
It was probably in their DNA anyway: Stroud's parent's met there as students in the 1920s.
Stroud, 88, retired a couple of years ago after 66 years in classrooms across the state.
Does she remember Prezell Robinson, I asked?
"Sure," she said. "I didn't know him well, but I remember him as being tall and dignified, walking across campus."