~ How do we become ourselves?
…By knowing our stories
How do we identify others?
…Through their stories
…By knowing our stories
How do we identify others?
…Through their stories
My mother, Louise Hughes Rolling (B.1927-D.2015) was one of my life’s treasures. I want her to be remembered for all that she was as a person, but especially for her hat making and fashion sense.
In the ‘50’s, ‘60’s and ‘70’s we had a house of abundant love and precious possessions that represented fierce beliefs that were hard earned and coveted. Read more. NY Folklore Schnectady, learn more by clicking the hat!
TAUNY, learn more by clicking the hat!
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This story talks about what is was like driving back “down South” for a Black family without aid of anything but for prayer, vigilance, natureal wits, and foreknowledge of southern ways.
“Daddy had spent the better part of two days washing, simonizing, and otherwise detailing our new car. It had to look extra-good, ’cause we were going on a big trip. All the kids on our street knew they had better make a wide berth around it as to not chance messing up his masterpiece.” Read more.
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