When my grandmother was 10 in 1932, there were still Civil War veterans walking around, along with people who were literally born into slavery. She was 43 when the Civil Rights Act was passed, and she lived until 2015. This history is very recent
at one of the last food festivals i went to, i had the pleasure and privilege of chatting with an older woman who went to elementary school during desegregation. she taught me a lot about being yourself in spite of society, sometimes specifically to spite society. it turned out she was from one town over from me. she was a hoot and a half and we forgot to exchange names and contact info after chatting for three hours. i’m hoping she’s there this year again.
When my grandmother was 10 in 1932, there were still Civil War veterans walking around, along with people who were literally born into slavery. She was 43 when the Civil Rights Act was passed, and she lived until 2015. This history is very recent
at one of the last food festivals i went to, i had the pleasure and privilege of chatting with an older woman who went to elementary school during desegregation. she taught me a lot about being yourself in spite of society, sometimes specifically to spite society. it turned out she was from one town over from me. she was a hoot and a half and we forgot to exchange names and contact info after chatting for three hours. i’m hoping she’s there this year again.
We can’t even remember 1939 or 1929. Why would we remember 1865?