Thursday, May 3, 2012

I Promised my mother

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                                                          I promised my mother


There is a deep-rooted saying, “Promises are made to be broken.”

A promise is a verbal declaration. Such an oath, really is enduring

when you make a vow to someone you dearly love. A broken

promise is heart breaking. After breaking a promise to a love one,

is there redemption? Can you resolve, repair, or mend the broken

pieces of a dissolved promise?

The story of my 3rd grandmother Mariah, born a slave, survived the
horrors of slavery, and owned acre of land, known as “The Lands
of Mariah Johnson,” have been passed down. As tradition would
dictate, I passed the stories down to my children.

I was in an auspicious position of knowing the oral history of my
family. My family’s history, at times, especially when I was a
child, seemed to be a fantastic story. Although, I knew that my
mother and aunt spoke earnestly, I could not capture their moments
of reminisces. I could not grasp the historical context of living
within a time where color, class and gender were synonymous with
servitude, slavery and inequality. Therefore, I lived in their
moment and listened. I listened to their thoughts and memories.
While, in that precious moment of time, I learned that I am, all that
I am, because of their sacrifice.

Years before my dear mother passed away, she said to me, “Please
research our family tree.” My mother knew that I had a genuine
appreciation for family history. “I will Mother, not now, I’ll do it
later,” I answered. In 2006, after my mother’s death, I was
immersed in grief. For a couple of months, I cried myself to sleep.
Then late one night, when I remembered my mother’s words,
“Follow the trail of the land, the land speaks.” the search for my
ancestors began. I struggled through the pain of anguish, wiped my
tears, buried my regrets and decided to research my family tree.

After 7 years of research, in 2012, I fulfilled my promise to my
mother. I wrote, “Human Property Hanging in the Family Tree
Yields a Harvest,” the true story of my 3rd great grandmother,
Mariah. At times, I am still haunted by not fulfilling my promise. A
broken promise is heart breaking. I have learned that ‘time’ moves
on even when we stand still.



Book Information:
Published date 01/27/2012. ISBN: 978-1-62030-045-9. The book
contains 207 pages, 50,000 words, 7 photographs with 4
photographs with courtesy/permission. This work contains 11
pages of Bibliography. Available in 6x9 perfect bound.
Book available (for $12.00) at The Book Patch http://www.thebookpatch.com/BookStoreDetails.aspx?BookID=5382
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