O ye sons and daughters descendants of Africa, like the great river Nile, Limpopo, Congo, and Niger that runs to the ocean seas, the history of yourself also flows from that great continent. It is a river of tears that runs from Goree Island to Plymouth Rock, Charleston, and Jamestown America then back to Liberia. You must drink and bathe yourself in its bittersweetness that you may quench your thirst for greater understanding then cleanse your souls and the souls that of your stalwart children that you both may flourish in the dignity of self-knowledge. You are an indigenous people and not the descendants of a backward people whose legacy is one of indentured and slavery but of a great people. Take pride that long before the Nina, Pinta, Santa Maria and even the Mayflower sailed you were a part of great kingdoms that reigned for thousands of years.
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Dedicated to those who lived and died in the Black communities of Southwest Washington
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Here we are family and we are reweaving the fabrics of traditions in the villages across America.
Stop and read a bit, become a contributing reader. We are glad you stopped by. Tell us your story or read one of ours. Hopefully we can exchange a lot of useful information. We don't do political politics. We're here not to engage in the present, or espouse the future, merely embrace the past. Thus we share in the selfsame, the lost traditions of passing along the oral history of our unheralded heroes and heroines, and their descendents. To visit other pages follow the sitemap link in the upper left hand corner. Some may still be under construction, but make no mistake about it, we will get it up and going.
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Mission statement: Speak where the history book doesn't and read when it does and be enriched by the experience.
The goal is to provide a forum for oral history, untraditional folklore, wivestales, and unconventional wisdom that's been passed down from generations to generations.. While it is aimed primarily toward the Black community by no means does this exclude the rest of America from sharing their oral history, as it pertains to the Black community. ;
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We hope you take away or leave on this site a wealth of useful information to share with our sisters and brothers, no matter their color. Therefore feel free to post your stories, census reports, draft reports, county marriage rolls, cemeteries and or family photos, however no x-rated material or anything hateful please. If it's comical, do not hesitate to let the truth get in the way of a good story there are no word limitations. It can be posted in the general population link, state by state or both. Find lost kin or connect with relatives unknown. In the near future we're looking to provide a national family reunion registry. No membership is required, to participate just e-mail us. Your family will be added to the registry. It's just that simple.
Just let me add...
In small villages in many countries in Africa there were persons whose job it is to be the oral historian. He's called a griot. Since America is such a large village many are needed in this time honored tradition. Prior to emancipation it was the only way to pass it down, since little was written about the dark skinned people contributions were to humankind and even it was few that mattered could read well enough to pass it on. While no one was appointed it was left up to the individual family units to do it unto themselves. In each case it was told out of earshot of the slavemaster. Thus for the most part it became a family treasure. This tradition was kept alive for generation after generation until the African American was "mainstreamed" beginning in 1970s, Today Black oral history only seem to date back to old school and back in the day.
My grandma rebuked me once when I questioned her about a number of things she passed along, She said, "Youngun if it ain't written down no wheres, it don't mean it ain't happen. Lawd you younguns thank ya'll know ever thing but one and I know that, Ya'll nowadays ain't got the sense God gave a goat. Just you wait and see one day's gonna come, you gonna wish yo head won't so hard and you da listened to somma the things I been telling ya. I ain't telling you this to hear me talk. But Mister Know It All, go right on head, but remember a hard head makes a soft behind".. Alas she was right!
Oh by the way when we were Negroes, those of us who lived in the south, we were condescendingly referred to as being a member of the bigfoot tribe in bigfoot country by the so called brothers in the north. They felt ghetto life of asphalt jungles, living in cramped tenement quarters were far superior than the wide open spaces of rural south.
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