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Sep 3, 2013

I am the south and the south is me

Tuesday, Sept. 3: Describe where or what you come from. The people, the places, and/or the factors that make up who you are.
Between my family coming to visit and the 1st Family Reunion on my Paw Paw side of the family that my Aunt is planning, it has caused me to do a lot of thinking about my heritage. Asking where I come from and what makes me is always a loaded question.

The Texas sun has kissed my face. Muddy waters runs through my veins. The Bayou is where my people come from. Cajun/Creole is not just in my food and last name but it is in me. I am the generations of family members who have lived off the Louisiana land for decades. I am the Irish side of my family many care not to remember because it means we were slaves in Rural Mississippi/Arkansas. I am descendent of the great Virgina Colonel George Waller. I am Ann Eliza Walters. The girl in my family who passed as white and therefor escaped slavery to marry in North Carolina. And eventually lived in Texas as a "white woman".  I am my Momma crying while watching "The Help" because it is her life story since she was named after the last child my Great Grandma raised for the "White Doctor" in town. I am my aunt walking down the streets of Greenville Mississippi hand in hand with my Momma and Grandma as the camera crews film her being the first black student to integrate her elementary school. I am my Father enduring Southern Louisiana summers as he worked the Oil Rigs on the Bayou so that he could pay for college. I am my Uncle Jeff who grew up picking cotton. I am my Paw Paw who rode on the back of the Ice Truck in the 1940's as an Ice Pick Boy delivering the contents to the families in Northern Mississippi. I am my Great Grandpa who left Mississippi to live in Rural Arkansas and be a sharecropper and provide for his family. I am my Grandma who left her home as a child in Rural Arkansas to attend school in Mississippi because the education system was better for black children. I am my Great Grandma's and their Choctaw and Cherokee heritage. I am the strong woman they raised me to be. I am the red dirt that stains my car as I drive the backboards. I am my Uncle piloting planes throughout the south as he sprayed the crops with Pesticides. I am my Uncle Jarvis as he proudly defended his country. I am my Uncle Dan who only works six months of the year driving trucks so that he is always home in the fall for hunting season. Texas raised me but the South made me.

I am Aleshea.
I am the South and the South is me.

"South of the Border, West of the Sun"
Day 1 of Blogtember


  1. YES!! I'm SO excited you're doing the Blog-Tember challenge. That's how I found you in the first place - boy I love it. Loved the post. The South fascinates me.

  2. Love this! So glad I found you through Blogtember :)

  3. Love, love, love this! Excellent! Love the pics too! :) No place like the south, for sure!

  4. Wow! Thanks so much for commenting on my post over at Our Pemberley. Its amazing how you and I took a similar approach to the topic. I love your story and consider me your newest follower.


  5. So beautifully written! I am deeply touched by this lineage and the history that you carry proudly in you. I am glad to "meet" you through Blogtember. If you are the South, I am very proud to be Southern.

  6. Aleshea, I LOVE you blog. You have such a voice. Wonderful post!

  7. I love the way you told your family's story. And what a story it is! So beautifully written!

  8. Those pictures...I always wished I grew up in the south :)

  9. I love everything about these photos! There's a beauty to film that's completely lost in digital. Love!

  10. Love love love this post and reading about where you came from! I love how you describe everything, friend. And this - I am Aleshea.
    I am the South and the South is me. LOVE!

  11. oh this is absolutely beautiful. and so moving.


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