I love my mother’s side of the family people like them don’t come around so often. I am so proud of them, to be related to them, and that I am of them and that they are of me as we all have our own unique identities that also draws within us our connection.
Knowing where you come from is so very important and interesting. And as a person of the caul it has by nature been detrimental that I not interact with certain types of individuals and things as they are not of my specific essence.
All of my good relatives outweigh the very few that I partially grew up with within my home that had resulted from the union of my grandmother (Catherine) and grandfather (Willie Sr).
My mother’s mother Catherine came from an extremely large family that originated in Virginia. They were very tight and close-knit just the way a real family should be they were good people and would always keep in contact with her when she moved to New York. I remember how they would regularly call her on the phone.
Some of her relatives eventually moved up from Virginia to all places such as parts of New Jersey and other states and boroughs of New York as well.
Census Records
1-40 of the members of my family
When My mother was a little girl her and her siblings would go down south and visit their grandmother and grandfather (Catherine’s parents) on the farm that they owned and where they would produce and sell their very own goods/products. My mother had two aunts and four uncles altogether and all members of the family cooperated and played a significant part in making the family business a success.
My great grandmother (Catherine’s mother) use to make homemade soaps and foods and etc…I have other relatives that owned their own funeral home that was still doing business in the 1980’s I don’t know if some of them expanded or still have the same business running currently.
On the farm our family had lots of animals including dogs. They had cows that my mother would milk, horses, mules, pigs, chickens-one of the mules had kicked my young uncle in the head once.
My mother had a lot of fun down there and was shown and given much love just as she did with me. I always had love and security around me that contribute to the strong person that I am today my real family from Virginia all stuck together and there were and still are many of us.
Even though many have passed on they are definitely not forgotten and their being deceased makes them no less of relevant to me as opposed to those that are actually living. They continue to be here with me in spirit and one would be a fool to fuck with me with all of the ancestors that I have lingering around loving and protecting me and my loved ones.
Census Records
41-80 members also included in my family
As I have communicated with them and gotten to also know them on another level “home is truly where the heart is” and no one can break that bond. Our love is a house homed by our energy.
One day as time went by Catherine just didn’t have time for her family anymore as she was more preoccupied with hanging out with the neighborhood trash within the area we weren’t even suppose to be living in that area she was originally set to move into a corner two family home over in another part of queens. She didn’t want to know her family again until she got ill from having a stroke back in the early 1980’s.
How could she forget where she came from to go down to the lowest forms of disgust?
I could and would never be so inauthentic and disloyal to my nature to be turned around when tested by negativity.
Nevertheless, here and there runts do run through our family trees that is why it is so important to not intermix genetically with certain lines of individuals even though what may have been done before our time we to certain extents have no control over.
I found a census that dates back to 1940 recorded of eighty members of my family, there are so many more of them not listed, however, a cousin of mine that is on the list acknowledged how my grandparents had another house other than the one that my mother and her siblings use to visit a bigger and beautiful home that they shared when she’d visit. Wow, I just can’t get over how much family we have and my mother remembers a lot of them I even remember some!
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