Ok me and my aunt were lookin thru old photos for pics of my mom. So we come across my grandads old photo album wit pics of my Great Uncle Doug. We found his Obituary and I was amazed at all he had accomplished.
My Great Uncle Doug well.... Major Douglass Williams was great guy. He was a Major in the US Army in a time of straight racism. He fought in WWII, Korea, and Vietnam and had more metals and honors than I could name. He was even a parachuter in the army.
Any of ya have anybody in ya fam ya wanna give praise to?
i don't know much about my dad's side, that part is from Mississippi so you can only imgine how much the history has been forgotten...i'm going to briefly share some things about my family
my grandpa Lionel Horton, played for the Saint Louis Stars Baseball Team in the Negro Leagues
my papa Eaugene F Carter on my mom's side, apart of the first graduating class of Oakwood College...first "Negro" preacher of an all white congregation in Brooklyn, NY, R.I.P. PaPa 4-22-2005
my grandma, Ollie Lee Tut Carter- never met her on my mom's side, graduated from high school @ Lincoln High in Sedalia, MO @ 16 years old...started teaching @ 19....became FIRST AFRICAN-AMERICAN teacher to teach in the University City School district where i currently reside. R.I.P. Grandma
my mom, currently works for the IRS as regional director after years of prejudices and racism towards her...along with those stresses of everyday work, she still managed to be a great influence in my life, the breadwinner, finished school is enrolling this fall to go back to get some other degree....was an active member as well as Vice President of the University City School Board...and various other boards serving as chairperson, all while staying with a husband who loves her dearly and managing a two households, my grandparents in Kansas City included... i love her so much
My uncle Robert "Bob" Carter, S.D.A. missionary. went to africa (UGANDA), during IDI AMIN's reign...there my uncle was held captive because, well simply stated, Amin didn't appreciate Christian principle's and ewanted my uncle and aunt ****. they were freed after 7 years....R.I.P. Uncle Bob
my parents came to this country from Guyana in 1980 with $33.50(exchange rate is a b!tch aint it?) and the clothes on their back.... now my dad makes 6 figs and mom is a proud registered nurse who supervises other nurses in her building... i know with motivation to succeed like that behind me, i can go ANYWHERE
I'm not ashamed to say that I don't know much of anything about my family beyond my grandparents. my father grew up in Glendora Mississippi in the middle of nine kids, moving around every year, grew up in a very poor family, later moving to Chicago for high school was there during the riots on the Westside. He moved to Detroit , got a job with Ford Motor Company and moved to Cleveland in 1984. My mom grew up here in Cleveland in the projects, attended Cleveland Public Schools and attended Ohio State University, later dropping out after running out of financial aid. Now my parents are ministers and have their own church, my father works for Ford Motor Company making good money
my grandparents...my maternal grandmother grew up here in Cleveland, went to Cleveland schools, her husband was from alabama...my father's mother grew up in Louisville Miss. to a very poor family. But I'm proud of where I come from, even if I didn't come from so called greatness--well by other peoples definitions...by my standards, my parents are my role models and my heroes and define "greatness" to me
Moving stories...thanks for sharing. Black folks got some history and some colorful family.
I'm waitin on my lunch date, so I'll share some of mine. Ya'll know about my son so we will skip him...
His Great-Grandmother, my Grandmother was "all-that". I have so much to remember about her, as does my son, but the one thing that amazes us both is how this fine, funny, upstanding, accomplished and wealthy woman could flip the switch just like that!
She owned a sawed off shot gun, a 45 pistol and another rifle. ALL of which she kept under her bed, between the mattress and in plain sight in the corner of her bedroom.
She always told us as relates to her guns to "never be afraid to shoot the do-do out of a "n" word if he messin' with you." then she would go on planning her next book club meeting for the ladies...
Son would tell his friends, when he was in elementary school, that his Great-Grand was "strapped"...
Family...