It’s Morning In America

Last night America elected its first black president.  We made history, as everyone still enjoys saying.  And I think we’ve earned the right to bask in the glow for a little bit.

But listen, there’s still a lot to be done.

First and foremost, it should be stated that, although come January we will have a Black president, that does not mean that racism is “over”.  That having a black president does not end the dialogue we have on this blog, on other blogs, and in meatspace about race, prejudice, and the challenges people of color face in this country and the world.  Obama’s win only proves that he specifically had what it took to win this election.  It wasn’t that any black person could have won, just as not any random woman could have won.  McCain made the mistake of thinking that; of looking at people like labels.

So there’s still a lot of anti-racist work to be done.  Racism still needs to be eliminated.  And while I’m hopeful that having a black president is one major step in that direction, it can also cause a setback as people throw “But we have a black president!” in our faces every time we bring up the deep-seated problems in this country.  We can’t let that happen.

Another important thing to remember is that Obama is not perfect and he’s not supernatural.  While we can rejoice in his presidency, we can’t cut him any slack.  And I think we must be willing, as activists and as non-activists, to work hard for change.  He said as much in his speech last night, so let’s hold him to his word.  More than ever we need to hold a president to his word this time around.

Am I wrong to feel, to hope, that doing so will be easier?  That in 4 years I’m going to feel better about my country than I do today?  Obama has never shared all of my values, but I am overwhelmed right now with a good feeling.

All good things must come to an end

February and Black History Month are over! My limited exposure to the media meant I didn’t have to deal with too much stupid BHM crap this year. Must remember this strategy next time around.

First thing, I want to thank all of the guest bloggers and essayists who contributed to ABW last month. Your contributions were everything I hoped for and more — you’re all amazing and talented folks.

On the guest blogger front, I’m happy to announce that Karynthia will be joining us as a regular political blogger. She’ll usually post on Mondays, though if this election continues to bring the crazy, you might see her even more. Nora will remain a contributor as well.

Due to the awesomeness of the author essays, I am going to make them a regular feature. I might use different themes each month or stick with the history thing, I’m not sure yet. Suggestions are welcome.

I must say, though last month was awesome, was also one of the busiest on this blog in a long time. I loved it, but I am ready for a break. So here are some links to tide you over this weekend:

If you’re interested in more discussion, debate, and musings from creators (not just of fiction, but of art, comics, television, movies, etc.) then I highly suggest you look over the Race Around the Net list compiled by digital_femme on LJ. It’s an excellent place to start if you’re looking to read and learn more.

You may have noticed links to Black News Junkie on some posts. BNJ is sort of like Digg for black blogs. It’s a good place to see what folks on blogs are talking about, you can vote on interesting stories, and you can submit your own blog posts to it. Right now it only drives a bit of traffic, but as more people use it, it will benefit both bloggers and readers more. Go make an account!

For those of you interested in children’s literature written by and about black folks, check out the festivities over at The Brown Bookshelf. Every day in February they highlighted an author or illustrator and there is a lot of good stuff over there.

A few weeks ago I got an email about TheRoot.com, a new website headed by Henry Louis Gates, Jr. It’s a bit like a Huffington Post, but with African-American concerns at the fore. It’s also more news magazine-like with the various bloggers only being one component. So far I find it interesting and entertaining in equal measure.

Besides the blogs and news, there’s also a section where you can start your genealogical search and get your DNA tested to see where your origins lie. Now I am aware that this process isn’t perfect, but I am rather interested to see if there’s something in my background I’m not aware of or if I can find out from what region of Africa some of my ancestors hailed from. Still, until I have a few hundred dollars lying around doing nothing, I will just have to wait.

Last and least, here’s the stupidest Black History Month thing I came across on the Internets:

Walgreens Sort of Celebrates Black History Month

Walgreens BHM

Is this a cotton-picking joke? We’ll never know. What crazy stuff did you all find/hear about?

“How can we conjure the wondrous world we believe in?”

It’s a common misconception that writers create characters or situations that have a direct parallel to their lives or the people they know. It’s not always that straightforward, and many times happens on a deep, unconscious level. For Black History Month, I’ve invited a few writers to explore how history — whether personal or family or country or world — affects their fiction.

Today’s Guest Essay is by Andrea Hairston

Andrea HairstonFor many years I have taught various courses in 20th century Black Theatre, focusing on how 19th century blackface minstrelsy and its 20th century progeny served as a catalyst for many black theatre and film artists. In our discussions of black performers who donned the minstrel masks, many students couldn’t understand why any self-respecting African American would act in a coon show or why Native Americans acted in Wild West Shows. Despite our (obvious) complicity in any number of contemporary atrocities, students insisted they would never have done minstrelsy or “stood around watching horrible things going down on stage and off.”

Although I persuade them of the complex choices facing 19th and early 20th century performers, I realized that to a degree, I secretly shared my students’ smug, superior attitude. Shocked by my own self-righteous judgment, I determined to write about characters who we, given the luxury of historical distance, might dismiss or hold in contempt. On sabbatical, I researched blackface, hoodoo, vaudeville, and early film for a novel and a course I now teach on minstrelsy from Daddy Rice to Big Momma’s House.
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“Each turn of a writer’s imagination creates a different history”

It’s a common misconception that writers create characters or situations that have a direct parallel to their lives or the people they know. It’s not always that straightforward, and many times happens on a deep, unconscious level. For Black History Month, I’ve invited a few writers to explore how history — whether personal or family or country or world — affects their fiction.

Today’s Guest Essay is by Charles Saunders

History influenced my writing from the get-go. In a way, fantasy fiction offers a different perspective on history – the perspective of mythology and folklore. It’s like looking at history through a kaleidoscope. Each turn of the tube yields a different image. And each turn of a writer’s imagination creates a different history.

Part of my motivation for writing the Imaro novels and other African-oriented fantasy stories was to make a new kaleidoscope for African history, because the one that existed at the time was flawed. The African-history perspective in fantasy and sword-and-sorcery fiction was either distorted or missing altogether. What I wanted to do was to reclaim that history, and bring what was lost or hidden back to light.

Three outstanding books on African history formed the foundation for the setting of the Imaro novels: The Lost Cities of Africa by Basil Davidson, The World and Africa by W.E.B. Du Bois, and Cheikh Anta Diop’s The African Origin of Civilization. Interestingly, Davidson was a white British scholar, Du Bois was African American and Diop was Senegalese. Yet despite the differences in their backgrounds, their works are remarkably similar.

Together, those books illuminate the African history that was hidden or destroyed in an attempt to foster the illusion that Africans had no history before their continent was colonized by Europeans. The fantasy fiction of the time when I conceived Imaro and his setting (that would be the early 1970s) replicated that illusion.

I used real history to change fantasy history – a reversal of the usual mode, in which fantasy history is a transmutation of real history. Were it not for the historical sources provided by the books of Du Bois, Davidson and Diop – along with many others that line the shelves of university libraries – I probably never would have started writing at all.

Charles Saunders is a writer and journalist living in Nova Scotia, Canada. He’s the author of the Imaro novels and short stories, plus several non-fiction books, columns, and screenplays.

(Extremely) Selected Bibliography

Novels

Imaro
Imaro 2: The Quest for Cush
Imaro 3: The Trail of Bohu

Short Fiction

Gimmile’s Songs, in Dark Matter: A Century of Speculative Fiction from the African Diaspora (2000)
Yahimba’s Choice, in Dark Matter: Reading the Bones (2004)

Essays

Why Blacks Don’t Read Science Fiction – Windhaven #5 (1977)
Why Blacks Should Read Science FictionDark Matter (2000)

Oh that black history!

February is coming up soon and that means Black History Month stuff will abound. While it is a bittersweet time of year for us black folks, it does serve as a reminder, even to ourselves, to go beyond the surface of our history in America and learn something new and useful (then put it out there for everyone else to learn).

This February I plan to celebrate the month in three ways.

First, I’ll continue the project I started last year and put up more of my own family history. I’m going to contact some of my mother’s college friends and ask them to write a little something about her. And I’ll keep reaching back into the dark parts of history where my train-robbing ancestor’s antics still lurk.

Next, I plan to feature black authors and their books. I mainly know about science fiction and fantasy authors, so I welcome any suggestions of mainstream, fantasy, mystery, and non-fiction authors you’d like to see up on the blog.

Last, I want to invite some guest bloggers to contribute a post or two over the month. I’d really love to get some international black bloggers in for that. Again, if you have suggestions on who might be interesting, say so in the comments. (You can mention yourself, if you like :) )

I think that should fill up 29 days quite nicely, don’t you?

Our Black History – the Larkin Family in Fourth Creek

In 2004 the Finley-Larkin family had a reunion in Fourth Creek, Alabama. This branch of the family doesn’t have very regular reunions, but this one is generally felt to be among the best because we all went back ‘home’. We still have people who live in the area, though many have spread out to other parts of the South and some up North. Sadly, much of the land we once owned is no longer ours.

Still, it was an extremely moving trip for me. I stood on the land my ancestors walked and lived on. I stood in the church where they worshiped. I stood on the ground they were buried under. I stood inside my own history.

My cousin John Finley told us family stories during our tour of the area and one in particular stuck with me. The story of how the Larkin boys–my great-great grandfather and his brothers–came to own land in Fourth Creek. I recently called to ask that he tell me the story again so I could get it straight. I thought my computer was recording the conversation, but, alas, it betrayed me. Good thing I was taking notes.


The three Larkin brothers that started our branch of the family were Charles, Mose (or Moses), and Sump (or Sumpter) Larkin. They were from the Carolinas and of Irish descent. They came down to Alabama in order to buy some land and establish themselves. On the way down from the Carolinas they ‘picked up some wives’; at least one of the wives was mulatto. When they got to Alabama, the boys discovered that they would need more money in order to buy the land they wanted. So they went to Texas (sans wives) to make some money. Apparently, the opportunities in Texas were not as lucrative as they believed. According to legend, they conceived and pulled off a train heist. The proceeds were enough that they were able to go back to Alabama and buy land in Fourth Creek.

There was some sort of strife among the brothers regarding race. Apparently Charles and Sump objected to Mose having relations with women that were considered too dark. It isn’t clear if the Larkin brothers were fully ‘white’ themselves or were somewhat mixed. But at least one of them definitely wasn’t having any really dark-skinned folks in his family. Thus, there are now two Larkin graveyards in Fourth Creek, about a mile apart. One referred to as the ‘white’ cemetery and one referred to as the ‘black’ cemetery.

Mose was Julia Larkin Finley’s father. He was more tolerant of darker-skinned folks because Julia’s husband, Dallas, wasn’t light-skinned. There are no stories saying that Mose objected to this marriage. However, his brother Charles wasn’t so tolerant. His son, Archie, is my grandmother Ree’s father. He loved my great-grandmother, Kate, so the story goes. But the family would not allow him to marry her because she was too dark.

Tut Larkin - Julia's BrotherOne of the things I’ve always heard about the Larkins is that they were very keen to keep their light skin. Then as now, light skin was a status symbol. Light-skinned folks were seen as better or more white–or, at least, they thought they were. Because of this, there were quite a few marriages between too close of kin (by our standards).

The Larkins did have a modicum of influence in Fourth Creek because they were land owners and there were a lot of them. They were one of four interconnected families in that area; the Finleys, the Tidmores, and the Hicks were the others.

Julia married a Hicks and a Finley. My grandmother married a Tidmore (Derry) and so did her aunt Ida (Sam). Ree and Ida were close in age – really like sisters since they were only a few years apart. My grandfather, Derry, was the youngest of 8 or 10, I think, and just a few scant years older than Sam, who was his nephew. So my grandmother’s aunt married my grandfather’s nephew.

Yeah, it gives me a headache, too.

Eliza Alice Finley

I visited the cemeteries my ancestors were buried in. In one (which I was told is the ‘white’ cemetery, but I think whoever told me that was confused) Mose is buried along with Julia, Dallas, their daughter Eliza, and, oddly, Archie Larkin. As I said, it was an incredibly moving experience.


Before the reunion, my cousin Richard and great-aunt Peggy also told me stories about the Larkins.

On the Larkin side are very colorful characters.
The Larkins were Irish.
And I remember asking Aint Katie
sometime
about my grandmother Julia
and I said
“Who in Gramma’s family was black?”
And she said
“Nobody”

And I’m gunna tell you
why I asked that question.
They were being held
just like the slaves were
and I thought they might have been
workin’ off a debt
or somethin’.
Indentured in some way.
Although indentured servitude
should have been outlawed
maybe a hundred years
prior to that.
But when they freed all the slaves,
the white man had
locked them up
he wasn’t gunna let them go.
He had locked up
two of them
and the other sisters
came lookin’ for them.
They all jumped on him
and beat him up
then they all left.

So I just assumed they were
they had worked around
black folks
and were very familiar with them.

And also my
great-great grandfather,
(that’s three greats for you,)
would have been
Tom Larkin [father of Charles, Mose, and Sump].
And Tom had two families.
He had a white family
and a black family.
So the Larkins have been
kinda mixed race
for a long time.
They were Irish
and had that Irish temper.
So when the fights would start
the whites and the blacks
would get together
and fight anybody else
but when there was peace
they had nothin’ to do
with each other.
The black side and white side.

Ida Larkin - Julia's sisterThere were no black part of the family.
Gramma Julia’s mother was
Rose Larkin
she had about three sisters
one was named Jane.
Jane married
Sump Larkin
Rose married
Mose Larkin.
And that was gramma Julia’s
mother and father
Mose and Rose.
And then Sump married Jane.
Also great-grandmother Rose
had a brother named
George
and they were Carpenters
before they married the Larkins.
Their mother’s name
I think her name was
Lucy Carpenter.
I don’t know her husband’s name.
But to the best of my recollection
and everything that I’ve uncovered
they were all white
Irish white.
They told me the story
that when Sump and Jane
had their first child
they had to lock Sump
out of the house
because they had said
the child would be black.
Jane was darker than her sisters,
but she still had straight hair
she just had an olive complexion.
And Sump had made the statement
at the time
that if he thought
he had an ounce of
black blood in him
he would cut it out.
Of course
the baby came out white.

Yeah they wanted to keep
that side of the family
high-yellow.
That’s why a lotta
mental problems
on that side of the family.
Because they married
each other
first cousins
and that kinda stuff.
So it was a lotta
mental problems
in the family
because their inter-family marriage
and havin’ babies by
too close of a relative.
So it was just a messed up situation.

That happened in all the
high yellow families

All the higher yellow blacks
treated the darker color blacks
you know
like inferior
because they thought they were better.
They thought just because of
the color of their skin
they took the white man’s attitude.
And they wouldn’t
socialize with ‘em,
didn’t hardly marry
a darker skinded black.
They would go and
lay down with them
you know
like Archie did with Mom
and had a baby,
but as far as marrying
they didn’t hardly ever
marry outside of their
“High Yellow Clan”
I called them.
They were black people
so they lived with the black people
maybe next door to them
but they didn’t live with them.
You understand what I’m sayin’?

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Angry Wee One

I’m in the process of collecting more information for some other OurStory posts. I want to get stories on the Larkin family from a cousin and also do the interviews about my mom. Next week for sure there will be posts about my maternal grandmother Anna Ree and her mother Katie Bell. In the meantime, you’ll have to content yourself with this:

Tidmore Family Portrait

From the top left: My grandmother, Anna Ree Tidmore, my grandfather Derry Tidmore Sr., my grandmother’s mother Kate Rembert (nee Finley), my mother Marjorie T. Bradford, one of her sisters, Ella Tidmore, and… well, guess.

Whenever I look at this picture now, I can’t help but sing “One of these things is not like the other! One of these things does not belong.”

Right there is four generations of my family, and that was not even half of the immediate family living at the time or even living in the city. These are the only folks who could get themselves together to be dressed up in a photo studio. Sadly, only half of the people pictured are still alive. 20+ years is a long time.


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Book Review: Middle Passages

Several months ago I happened to hear author James T. Campbell on a local NPR show talking about his book Middle Passages: African American Journeys to Africa, 1787-2005. Impressed by the interview, I ran out and bought the book. (In hardcover, for $30!) It’s very well-written, very intriguing, and very thought-provoking. I’m reviewing it now because it goes along with the thing we’re doing. Some of the stories and many of the people chronicled in this book I had never heard about, much less had celebrated. And there are many people in here worth celebrating and remembering.

As the title suggests, this book is about people going from America to Africa. One of the earliest accounts of such is that of Ayuba Suleiman Diallo. In short, Ayuba went off to the coast to sell some slaves for paper and ended up a slave himself. Shipped off to America, he was destined for a plantation somewhere like every other captured African. He ended up in jail after an escape attempt. There a white man happened to notice him and judged (from what is not clear) that this was no ordinary slave. In fact, it was widely circulated that he was an African prince (which he was not). After many years and a press tour of sorts, Ayuba ended up back in Africa, reunited with his family, and restored to freedom.

The book chronicles many journeys, none poetic in quite the same way as Ayuba’s, but all intricately entwined with American history. For instance, most people know about Marcus Garvey’s Back to Africa movement, but most don’t know that his was just one in a long chain of such movements stretching from before slavery to the present day. There were times when B2A was championed by whites as a way to get rid of troublesome blacks and other times when it was repressed because it caused the “Negroes to get too uppity”.

In Middle Passages I also learned about the shady beginnings of African nations founded mostly by black folks brought back to Africa from America, Britain, and elsewhere. Knowing what I know now, I understand a great deal more about what’s up with Liberia, Sierra Leone, and the Congo today.

Since 1787 people of the Diaspora traveled to Africa for many reasons. To find their roots, to escape bigotry and oppression, to make their fortunes, to civilize the natives, to spread the Word of God, to report and educate, and to connect with a past they barely understand. The stories told here are so rich and so full of what it means to be a person born in one place whose roots stretch so far as to be paper thin…

These days, going back to Africa is more likely to happen while in the company of a tour group. And with the new DNA tests that can trace your ancestry back to your tribe or region or whatnot, going back is more personal than ever. But I feel more connected to the people in this book. Those who looked at Africa and projected so much of themselves onto it as they sailed back across that middle passage. Not all of them found what they were looking for. I often wonder if Langston Hughes later regretted throwing his books into the ocean the day he left for Africa. If what he cast aside was more solid to him than the illusion he was chasing – even if the solid bits were the most painful.

Middle Passages is well worth the read if you’re at all interested in American, European, and African history and the intersections thereof.


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Our Black History – Billy Strayhorn

Billy StrayhornNPR and PBS seem to be as tired of clichéd Black History Month tributes as I am. Not only did we have the Percy Julian features last week, but there was also a lot of coverage for the Billy Strayhorn documentary “Lush Life”.

Morning Edition, News & Notes, and Talk of the Nation had segments on Strayhorn. The pages are worth exploring as you listen to the audio – there’s some really great stuff there, including streaming songs.

Some PBS stations ran the Lush Life documentary on 2/6 (check local listings for repeats). From the biography on the site:

In 1938, at the age of 23, Billy Strayhorn met the 39-year-old Duke Ellington, who was performing in Pittsburgh’s Crawford Grill. An impromptu backstage audition showcased Strayhorn’s stunning talent at the piano, and Ellington contemplated hiring him on the spot—although, at the time, there was no real job to fill. A few months later, Strayhorn was writing arrangements for Ellington’s orchestral music and living relatively openly as a gay man, a rare feat for an African American man during that time.

During the next 29 years, Strayhorn made an inestimable contribution to American songwriting and culture—all while working without a contract. His presence allowed Ellington to increase his workload and expand his artistic palette. Strayhorn worked as a composer and collaborator, and also served as Ellington’s “guarantor,” assuring that the Ellington Orchestra’s music was top notch.

Billy StrayhornEllington’s hiring of Strayhorn launched an impressively productive recording period, regarded by many critics as the most significant and creative phase of Ellington’s career. And, from the early 1940s on, Strayhorn’s training in classical and long-form music became central and indispensable to the orchestra. Together, the collaborators began to write longer, more complex suites and, in 1943, they performed the first of these works, “Black, Brown and Beige,” an unprecedented 43-minute jazz work, in Carnegie Hall. Most assume that Ellington was responsible for these long-form innovations, but Strayhorn was, at the very least, co-composer of many of these ambitious new works. Recently discovered Strayhorn compositions reveal much about his role, as he kept pushing both himself and Ellington in ambitious new directions.

Ellington did publicly note the importance of Strayhorn’s talent. He liked to joke onstage, “Strayhorn does a lot of the work but I get to take the bows!” This formulation was rather nearer to the truth than many suspected. Certainly, Strayhorn was considerably more than a humorous aside or a musical footnote. Not only was he the sole composer of Ellington’s signature piece, “Take the ‘A’ Train,” but he also wrote other defining works, including “Passion Flower,” “Lush Life,” and “Chelsea Bridge,” and co-wrote “Satin Doll” and “Such Sweet Thunder.”

In the early 1950s, tired of his secondary role, Strayhorn left Ellington to pursue his own interests. Even after rejoining Ellington several years later, Strayhorn concluded that his musical contributions were still not sufficiently acknowledged in public.

A man of passionate beliefs, Strayhorn became a committed civil rights advocate and was a close friend of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. In 1963, he arranged and conducted the Ellington Orchestra in “King Fought the Battle of ‘Bam” for the historical revue My People, dedicated to Dr. King.

Although Billy Strayhorn’s distinguished songs, arrangements and virtuosity at the piano gave him status among musicians, few others realized what he had achieved for Ellington as his tireless co-writer and arranger. Fewer still appreciated that this generous, deferential man had created some of the most important and enduring American music of the 20th century.

It should also be noted that Strayhorn was an out gay man during a time when being black was hard enough and being black and closeted was definitely hard enough. Yet he chose not to be. Seems he was remarkable for more reasons than one.


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Our Black History – George Dallas Finley and Julia Larkin Finley

My maternal grandmother’s grandparents were George Dallas Finley and Julia Larkin Finley. They lived and died in Sumpter County, Alabama, and are the main nexus of the Finley/Larkin clan. The Finleys, Larkins, and Tidmores (my grandfather’s people) were three of the main black families in Sumpter County. Not only because they were quite a large clan and because they collectively owned most of the land, but also because they were close kin to the Irish families they were related to. Finley, Larkin, and Tidmore weren’t only the names of the families that owned them or their ancestors, but the names of acknowledged related family members. The Larkins were, apparently, particularly proud of their Irish blood and light skin. Something that will come up again when I tell the story of my grandmother’s mother.

The speakers here are myself, my cousin Richard, my great-aunt Peggy, and my grandmother. Colors denote who is speaking, I’m in black.

George Dallas Finley

Grampa Dallas was a reverend. He was a preacher, my grampa was.

Yes, George Dallas Finley.
My remembrance of my grandfather
he was a great philosopher
he never really say
“Don’t do this or that.”
He always would tell a story.

He always would tell you a story
and bring it back to the subject,
you know.
I can remember him sayin’ to me
after I got old enough to date,
I can remember him,
and I was goin’ out on a date,
goin’ to the movies
the movies that was in Bellamy
and I can remember him sayin’ to me
“You goin’ out of here clean,
I want you to come back clean.”
and I said
“Well what that mean?”
and he said
“Well, think about it.”

And he never raised his voice,
he was a soft spoken person.
He was a minister.
He studied
you know
he read all the time.

He was also an activist.
He would register people to vote.
Black people to vote.

How was that with him being an activist?
I mean, was it dangerous at the time?

Sure.
Get black folks to register to vote.

But grandfather was
a well-respected man.
He
like I said,
he never was a loud person,
he was quiet and spoken
and the white people knew him
and they didn’t bother him.
A lot of times
in those days
if you got out
and screamed
and hollered
about ‘oh I wanna do this
and I wanna do that,’
they may say
“Oh let Dallas
go ahead on and do that.”
That kind of stuff.
So he wasn’t ever harassed.
They knew him, they respected him.

And as I said,
he would take issues
that needed to be brought
to the white folks attention
and he would bring them there.
Now he was a calm man,
not a rabblerouser,
but there was still
some substance to him
that’s what I’m trying to say.
He was just not somebody
who would let
something go unsaid
or let it change by itself.

I think it’s significant to note
that they don’t really remember
or know
when Grampa Dallas,
George Dallas Finley
was born
so they gave him a birthdate
of 1865
so when he died
he was 83 years old
but in point of fact
he may have been
five or six years older than that.
So he lived a good long life.

Gramma Julia

Julia was Kate’s stepmother.
See, when Gramma Julia first married
she married a mulatto
his name was Hicks.

They had three kids:
Tea-Rosa / Rostie
Daughter
Mae Henri

He was a real fair guy,
he had the red hair,
ya know
but you could tell
he was black.
Aunt Rostie showed me
his picture
one day.

Grampa Dallas had
four children
I believe
when his wife died.

Sally
Bill-ed
Kate
George

So then
you know
Gramma was
without a husband,
I think he died.
Grampa Dallas was
without a wife,
so they married.
Then I think it was six more kids.

Mose,
Willie,
Eliza/Sis,
Ida,
John Henry/Doc,
Walter/Shank.

Gramma had a daughter
named Tea-Rosa,
we called her Aunt Rostie
and Aunt Rostie
and Aunt Kate
were about the same age.
And the story that I like to tell is
Gramma Julia had dressed
Kate and Aunt Rostie
in the same kinda dress
that she had made them
the same kinda dresses
to wear.
And she took them to
York with her.
York, Alabama was the next largest town.
And she went to buy dry goods,
she was going to buy some more
cloth to make some more
dresses, probably.
And she had told
Aunt Kate and Aunt Rostie
to hold hands
cuz they were sisters.
“You’re sisters, hold hands!”
So they were holding hands and walking.
When they got into the store
gramma saw one of her
white cousins.
And she said,
“Julia, what’re you doin’ with them
black babies?”
Gramma went off on her.
And I said,
“Gramma was a tough chic.”
And Grampa Dallas
couldn’t have been
a scardy cat himself
because he married her.

I was a little girl that would tell
everything on everybody.
it was Ida
and my sister Ree
and his mother Eliza
the three of them
were about the same age.
Grew up together.
Datin’ together.
And Gramma Julia
didn’t allow certain boys
at her house
you know
they weren’t workin’
or they have somethin’ on their minds
they couldn’t go there
up to the house
with Sis and them
–which we call Eliza Sis.
And they come to our house
my mother’s house
and I was a little girl,
oh about three
or four years old,
but around them
and their boyfriends
and stuff
you know
I’d make them pay me
to not tell on them.
Because they knew
Gramma Julia
would get me up in the kitchen
makin’ cookies with her
and she’ll start questioning me about
“Uh Peggy,
who was down to your house last night?
Was Sis and them down there?”
“Yes gramma, they was down there.”
“What boys was down there?”
There was one boy and
gramma Julia
couldn’t stand him.
So she wanted me to tell if
Floyd
his name was Floyd
was there or not.
And I would tell it
if they didn’t pay me.
If they had paid me
I wouldn’t tell,
I would say,
“Well no, gramma, he wasn’t there.”
And then I would go back and tell them
“Y’all better pay me.”
with my hand out.

finley-larkin family
Left to right: Mae Henri, Ida, Tea-Rosa; Eliza (Sis), John Henry (Doc), Julia Larkin Finley, Cousin ‘Cat’ (daughter of Tea-Rosa), Walter (Shank), George Dallas Finley, Silvia Hunter


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