“I want to be remembered as someone who used herself and anything she could touch to work for justice and freedom…. I want to be remembered as one who tried. Dorothy Height
Don’t get it twisted black women have always been nurturers. We have always processed the innate desire within us to always want to see the most successful outcome in any situation sometimes to our detriment. African American women are dynamic and I believe that sometimes that can be overlooked by different stereotypes that may be whispered about us in the shadows. In 2006, BET (Black Entertainment Television) started an awards show called “Black Girls Rock”. This show highlighted the achievements of black women in different areas. Although many people opposed the show’s title and still currently disagree with a show specifically for black women, I believe it helped to draw a parallel that Black Girls really can rock too! When you think back during slavery times and even as current as of the 60s and 70s, have you ever wondered how the African American women could take care of their owners’ families as if they were their own? How someone could be so gentle but so strong at the same time. The photo of the house in the post above is called “The Walters Place” in Holly Springs, Mississippi, which is my hometown. My grandmother served as a maid in this home during the 60s and 70s. My mother often played there while my grandmother was at work. Today we stopped by to view the home. Although the Pilgrimage that is normally held in Holly Springs was canceled this year due to COVID, the owner was very gracious to us in chatting about the house. Although he was not the original owner he had a deep knowledge of the home’s history. It was a pleasant experience just sitting and talking. In addition to working there, my grandmother also had 12 children of her own. Dallis Lesure was the definition of strong, I’m struggling with 1 boy. I can remember her cooking 3 meals a day for my grandfather and always making sure that everyone could feel the love in their way. She made the best beef and gravy and rice pudding that I have ever tasted to this day. So who nurtures us when we nurture everyone else” Who’s gonna remove the hair out of our face? (See below…I love this picture by the way).
I’m sure my grandmother had many conversations with her sisters and friends offering and taking advice. They had a support system and were not afraid to uplift and energize each other. My grandparents had and currently still have fruit trees on their property. They have several apple trees, pears, plums, peaches, and a grapevine. My grandmother would make pies, jellies, and preserves from the fruit. This was her form of self-care. So, what are you doing for your self-care sis? Last week I posted about my new “Self-Care Saturday”, yall its been fun! I am looking forward to different activities that I can incorporate into the day. I’ve been writing, drawing, painting, reading, and of course partaking in my own form of fruit preservation. It is so important that you are whole when you encounter this world. If there is ever a point where you don’t have anyone to reach out to, you can reach out to me at firstname.lastname@example.org Until next time… here is a photo montage instead of my Saturday’s playlist.
Here are some fun facts! My grandmother and grandfather were married for over 60 years. They are both resting peacefully together now. My grandfather was one of the first black postmasters and bus drivers in Holly Springs. He may or may not have snuck Medgar Evers onto the campus of Ole Miss in his mail truck during the time that they were meeting to assist James Meredith with integrating the campus.