Make new friends but keep the old
Some are silver and the other gold
This week, if you’ve been following Luckie, Our Georgia Roots, Felicia, My Nola Heritage, Sandra, I Never Knew My Father, and yes, even me, then you know about the fun that we had last weekend in Savannah.
I haven’t really written anything about our trip. I was initially aiming to write something for Treasure Chest Thursday because the sisterhood developed on line was even more special in real life and it is truly treasured. But as I started to write that post, the words never flowed exactly the way I wanted so Thursday came and went. And for awhile there, I begin to think there was nothing else for me to add to what my pals had said but there was something inside me that kept saying you too must speak. So, here goes.
I can only wonder about the thoughts that raced through their minds as they were auctioned off at the slave market. What next? And yet they carried on.
They carried on even when they could not set foot in a park their tax dollars helped pay for.
They made their own way during slavery, reconstruction, and Jim Crow. They left their imprint on a city, a state, a region, and a country.
The bricks that can't be duplicated, although many have tried.
But for me, their ultimate legacy is us, their descendants
And so we carry on, not just for us, but for them, our ancestors.
Until Next Time!
Pictures taken by M. Jones, L. Daniels, S. Taliaferro, and F. Mathis.