OUAT Memorial Day Blog 2016
Holiday's are designed to allow each of us a moment to reflect on those who have transitioned from our lives. Whether they served in the armed forces or served us breakfast in our homes or schools, each person who has preceded us is a part of our memories, our collective selves, and therefore has a part to share in this "sacred" holiday observance.
I decided to spend this Memorial Day in the Lowcountry of South Carolina. As many of you who have been following me know, I discovered my roots here just last year while researching my Great Grandmother's story. This holiday weekend the City of Beaufort hosted "The Original Gullah Festival" that took place and gave me an opportunity to participate as a volunteer for the Penn Center. For those of you who do not know about the history of Penn Center or Penn School, I strongly recommend that you do some research on the role it played from the time slaves were liberated during the Civil War to the 1960's when Dr. King was writing portions of his "I Have A Dream" speech on its campus.
But I digress... the memories, even of Dr. King, play a part in the time spent for me giving reflection of my relatives who are now gone and the memories of others with whom I have been able to spend time with. I posted a photo on my Facebook timeline last night of Mr. Lei Fang who shared a portion of his oral history with me that was truly amazing. A day before I had a conversation with a woman at the Original Gullah Festival discussing the life of Sandra Bland.
Later that day I met a mother and daughter visiting from Baltimore and we mentioned Freddie Gray in our conversation. And yesterday I even asked a dear friend, 80 years young, looking back on her life's experiences and relationships, if she could speak with anyone who would she talk to and she answered, "my son", whom she lost many years ago.
Last night, as I sat as a guest at a gentleman's 66th birthday party, I was struck at the speech his mother-in-law gave reflecting on the memory of her daughters father who passed away even before the daughter was born. Her recounting of how the "Family" of the father, though he was not himself alive, remained a part of her life, so much so that over half of the attendees there were members of his family. It was powerful to witness and even more powerful to hear her say during her speech, "in truth, we are all family, we are all family".
Memorial Day for me is not only about the histories of our
brave servicemen and women, it is also about the memories each of us
carries within us. This includes the lives of our parents, grandparents, great
grandparents, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, cousins, friends, children and
sometimes people we have never met in person, but who's lives have played a
part in raising our awareness of how and why we are are connected as a
people.
And so today, I extend this blog as a personal reflection to my friends and family as a kind reminder that we are all a part of a shared story of life, love and the memories we pass on to the next generation for their future Memorial Day celebrations and for our individual and collective legacies to be remembered and not forgotten.