I took another box of mixed media from the house, the house my father last lived in. Most of the holiday cards I threw out, their messages meaningful only to Norman. Many of the photographs were ones I had sent him, or copies of pictures he had snapped and sent to me years ago. Several letters from my uncle I sent on to my cousin, sure that she would appreciate the insight into her father. Letters from my grandmother, Florette, I saved for a rainy day read.
Methodically I sorted the box’s contents, pausing now and again to hold a memory tight. And then, just as I thought there was really nothing new here, I came upon an envelope postmarked 1985. Pearl Freeman had shared a few photographs with my father. Without annotations or a note of explanation, I don’t know the relationship but apparently this stranger was sharing adolescent memories.
To date the photographs I pulled out a few key details that my father had shared about his high school years.
If Pearl Freeman, or a descendant/friend, is reading this post, I hope you will leave a memory in the comments!!!
Deadlines are my friend. Deadlines are my friend. Deadlines are my friend.
2 o’clock. That is my latest deadline.
Twenty minutes to sift through my busy brain and find some compelling story or intriguing information that is worthy of a reader’s time.
I got nothing.
Or maybe I am just procrastinating a bit of discomfort.
Oh, dear…I am.
Very late last year I made a commitment–to myself–to share my family’s history of enslaving with Coming To The Table’s Shared Legacies project. And I did share a first draft, a typical family historian attempt to craft story from facts and conjecture. However, with feedback I realized that the Shared Legacies were to be a first person point-of-view, a narrative about how my ancestors’ enslaving linked to my own life experience, or, better yet, a narrative of how I discovered the descendants of the people my 4th great-grandparents enslaved.
Well, I don’t have any of the latter.
And I can’t write succinctly about why the Revolutionary Era Dodsons haunt me.
I have four more minutes…to convey to you, dear reader, that I have a shit-ton of White Folk Work to do. And I will make a commitment here, today, to peel away excuse after excuse, and sit with my discomfort.
I hope you will join me as I examine how liberty became a race-based right in my family.
I am a proud citizen of the United States of America. And I am registered to vote.
In most states the deadline to register for this privilege is fast approaching.
Us WordPress bloggers can help GET OUT THE VOTE for this important election by adding a subtle reminder to our sites. Here’s how:
Navigate to your website’s settings>your profile. The last option under your profile is US Voter Registration Form.
Check the box below to “Encourage your US-based users to register to vote…” and return to the top of the profile settings to SAVE this change.
Your page will now display in the lower right hand corner a subtle text, “Are you registered?” A click on this message will reveal a dropdown box with directions. The reader can then confirm registration and/or learn how to go about registering in their state.
Spread your love of democracy!! Encourage your readers to vote on November 8!!!!