Finding the Glorious Ones – The ties that bind

I sat there between them grinning broadly – allowing them free rein to speak without interrupting…

Them Watkins… We called them Big Grandma and Big Granddaddy, not because of they standing… because… they was well off, but they were big people” as he started chuckling – we called my Daddy’s folks Little Grandma and Little Granddaddy, they were little peop…” and my Bigmama chimed in at that point…

“Yah, but Aunt Lea and Aunt Icie didn’t like us calling them that”, she recalled.

Unc paused for a moment before responding.

“Shit… They shoool’ didn’t, but we did it anyway!”

And they both leaned back howling in a laughter that pulled me in – and like them – I laughed from the pit of my soul.

Often it was like this – me sitting there listening to them talk about our “folk”. This was method that I employed in gathering the history from my Elders from the time that I was a little boy. Being in their orbits – soaking in the love that their words were imbued with always served to inspire.

“This is why those stories were burned into my soul… And why they never referred to our people in the past tense.”

Taken from “Being Worthy – These shoulders I stand on”.

Sitting between my Bigmama and my Uncle Calvin talking Family History (2017).

In my research I discovered that my Great Great Grandparents, Will and Fannie Watkins were held in high esteem in their small Alabama town, which drew the ire of some of the white residents, as the Watkins were proud people of means and they deftly combined resources with the other Black families in the surrounding area – as their daughter, my Great Grandmother, married the namesake of a noted Civil War veteran known throughout the region.

Copyright © 2020 ShunPwrites. All Rights Reserved.

Let's get your 2 cents worth ...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

About Shun P. Writes

Author, Amateur Genealogist, Writer, Poet, possessor of 2 cents, blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way.