A Family Thing
Monday, March 26, 2018
Tuesday, January 16, 2018
Saturday, July 15, 2017
Friday, June 10, 2016
Wednesday, June 8, 2016
Friday, April 24, 2015
Sunday, December 7, 2014
Aunt Sister
This is probably the last photo of Aunt Sister (Ettalene) before she passed away a few years later. Pictured are Ettalene at the piano; Sadie Cleo sitting beside her; my neighbor & cousin, Doris.
Mom, Doris & I rode down to Summerville for a visit & for Aunt Sister to tutor me on the piano. We laughed, sang & enjoyed a big lunch before heading home.
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Friday, February 7, 2014
Thursday, October 31, 2013
Thursday, May 2, 2013
1898
On this day in 1898 my granddad was born to Daniel and Delia Wheat. Edwin E. Wheat grew up to become a teacher, principal, a member of the NAACP and a leader in his community.
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Great-Grandpa Abe
Mom told me that today is the anniversary of Grandpa Abe's death. He's been gone for 68 years. He passed away in 1945. He was born a slave and after slavery, he fulfilled his dream of owning land, marrying the girl of his dreams (great-grandma Dollie), having children and prospering, which all came true.
Children:
My grandma once said to my mom, "People are dead much longer than they are alive." When mom told me this, I didn't think to much about it but over the years as I remember loved one and hear about my ancestors, it begins to make sense.
I'm adding a video of a poem that I love performed by Oscar Brown, Jr. - "This Beach"
Children:
- Claude
- Erma
- Rosa
- Hertha
- Clark
- Kenchion
- Annie
- Mary Dee
- Herman
My grandma once said to my mom, "People are dead much longer than they are alive." When mom told me this, I didn't think to much about it but over the years as I remember loved one and hear about my ancestors, it begins to make sense.
I'm adding a video of a poem that I love performed by Oscar Brown, Jr. - "This Beach"
Friday, February 22, 2013
The Journey
Life should
not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty
and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke,
thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming ‘Wow! What a Ride?’!’
-Hunter S. Thompson
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