I am posting with Deidra Riggs today, and Yes! We are going there!
I was in fourth grade when my school was integrated and I saw the concern on the faces of my parents when they talked about the “rezoning”, and “race” of school districts.
Some of the children would talk about the black students that were coming to our school from Hayneville Road, as “knife toting boys”, and that the girls were tough enough to whip any boy in town. We were fear-filled that first day as the buses unloaded the black children onto the porch of white children…and we all just stared at each other.
Some of the white boys were already sizing-up the black boys for the football and basketball teams. Some of the white girls stood in the back laughing too loudly.
The first thing I noticed was the clothing on the girls. One girl was dressed as well as the wealthier girls in our school, but, most of the girls getting off the bus from Hayneville Road, were wearing older, faded dresses and jeans. They were not like us, who had new clothes to start school and wore last year’s clothing in a week or two. No, this was their best, as we would see as the year went along.
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I was reading your blog and it took me a second to realize I needed to go to the other blog to get the rest of your story. I was thinking, ‘it can’t end here,’ and was about to email you for the rest of the story……since I’m not blog savvy. It was like I was reading a book and someone had pulled out the last page. I was longing for more of the story! I’m so thankful I realized where to click. What an excellent story. I recall conversations with you about your sweet girl falling in love. I’m so thankful the godly women in your life were able to help you see from the inside out. You were well on your way anyway, but a bit of encouragement, direction and accountability to hold fast to His word is always a treasure, isn’t it? Love reading your heart on paper.
Lovely blog, glad to have found you. I love the metaphor of the string of pearls.
Nice to meet you Constance, Thank you for stopping by!