Little
did I see of her growing up as a child as I would only hear stories so I
believed she was just another myth. Sometimes I would think it was just us growing but the
stories always kept coming though it wasn’t positive ones. I was still curious
to know this other side of my family as the story intrigued me despite the
negativity. There must have be some good in there somewhere as I needed to
know. How? The first time I can recall meeting her I was amazed. I said to
myself, “this is what the other side of the family looks like.” So many
questions I wanted to ask, so many things I needed to learn but how? My mom
would not permit me, basically I could only sit there and wonder.
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| On the left Aunty Mano and on the right Aunty Minga |
As I grew
I was determine to learn but never figured out how as I remembered her occasional
outburst in patois frightened me. When I would inquire where she lived no one
never knew. As for daddy his promise to carry us for drives to know our entire
family, well, I am still waiting for that to come through.
It’s amazing
the great history we lost as the gaps in our family tree are never past on or
even taught.
What childhood
memory do you cling too?
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