In every family there are a host of pictures that sits in veneration.
This was one that sat in the home of my Bigmama when I was growing up – and the picture never ceased to fill me with awe.
My Great Grandmother, the matriarch in the middle surrounded by her children, my Grandmother with her siblings, my Great Aunts and Uncles, the Elders who told me stories about the fortitude of the Giants of our Family that were burned into my soul.
My last surviving Great Uncle on this branch of my family, recently joined the pantheon of the Ancients – uniting all of the people pictured.
Yesterday, I traveled to the site of the picture in Baltimore which is the former home of my Great Aunt where “my folks” stood more nearly 50 years before.
And I marveled…
Not that I drove down this street many times before, oblivious to the significance of the area.
At the winding steps that lead me to this stoop in East Baltimore. . .
The ancestors are busy.
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