Remembering My Grandmother’s Black History- A Topic of Love
Jessie Lee Hall is My Black History. She is my grandmother and I affectionately call her Grams or Girlfriend. The matriarch of my family. Her recent passing, less than six months ago, at 92-years-beautiful, was a major moment for me. I remember when her mother passed after reaching 91 when I was in my teens. I also remember how diligent and tender Grams was with taking full care of her mother. This moment for me is about longevity, history and the power of love that is passed on to us.
My grandmother was like the ‘fruit of the spirit’ that is mentioned in the Bible. These fruits are love, joy, peace, long suffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness and temperance. Throughout my lifetime as her granddaughter I can say she showed me each one of these gestures of God. She loved God and her family more than anything else and I have learned from her to do the same. She is a history of love.
Grams grew up in the racist south and Love must have been with her along that journey. She told me plenty of stories from her experiences growing up as a Black girl and becoming a woman in Ft. Mill, South Carolina. I would always say to her, “how do you remember this stuff?” It amazed me. I have hard times remembering what happened in 10 years. She would go back 50 years and more.
The inner strength of Grams is my favorite thing when I think of her. She was brave, daring and determined. On her way to school she was racially bullied by white kids. She remembered the words of hateful songs they made up – she even remembered the tune to the stupid songs. I know because she sang one to me. I remember some of it but I won’t give those words to my page, plus I will get mad. She fought back too. Always giving me the impression to fight for myself. And she did all this while walking across railroad tracks to get to school. She went through it though to get her education.
Her father (Daddy Ike) was her hero and he was amazing. Wish I could’ve met him. Everytime she spoke of him it was with pride and a lot of respect. Mostly everyone they knew loved and respected him. A clear case that fruit doesn’t fall far from its tree. He was a builder and a man of resource. He built the house my grandmother grew up in. He showed her the value of working hard and the value of working for yourself, especially during times when it was legal for basic freedoms to be taken away from you. But grandmother learned the lesson and as soon as she was of age, an innocent age in my eyes, she became a builder and resourceful in her own right.
At only twelve years old or so she was introduced to working for a living. It wasn’t too long before she started working overnight as a homegiver for Whites and the ‘elites’ -a politician, a sheriff and shop owners. Like many stories we hear of Black women in the South (early-mid 1900’s), they were the hired help for White people. With her occupation she learned to cook, clean, create, educate and protect. She laid the household foundation for these families.
I believe she allowed herself to love these families. So an easy feat to love her own.
She put so much heart into each family she worked with. She never let me forget that she did it well. So well, in fact, families never wanted her to leave and didn’t know what to do when she did. These were the conditions for my grandmother. And there was not much choice in the matter at the time. But she conquered her forced conditions until she worked her way through it. She survived it. Then my mother would eventually come along. My mother would start her own line of history. And if it were not for the beauty of my mom I could be a different, less-guided, person today.
In honor of my grandmother I’ll continue to remember the love of my black history.
–Much Love
This My Queen is what I called Vital Sharing! It is the essential, indispensable, crucial and necessary mark of a griot! Many times during Black History Month, we as a community look exclusively outside ourselves and immediate families for the stories of racial bondage, endurance, bravery, revolution and love triumphant. We more often than not pay homage to those who are well known, those who were destined to stand in the forefront during this period in history. Oh, but how great it is to look into our own families and acknowledge such heroism. Many of us have sat at the feet or on the laps of such amazing people, often times not quite understanding their sacrifices for us and the greatness that has been passed down waiting to be discovered.
I thank your Grams for leading with God’s Love, for knowing that love in all of its many facets is what makes us strongest. I know that many people struggle with the fact that although hate was so often poured upon us as a people, we were still somehow able to pour out such an phenomenal all encompassing love, not only onto and into our families, but the families of those who (at the cost of our own freedoms) we were serving.
Again, I thank you for sharing and giving us something to reflect and grown on.
Much Love. -Queen, Warrior, Goddess Shareé
Boom. Bang. Pop. Your words are like lightning. Thanks for sharing your major thoughts on this sofly topic. I had to go back and remind myself what griot meant! Storyteller. much love
GG I miss her so much but she will forever live through all of us and continue to watch over us, I love that I got to see what she was like back then.
I love my army of boys and after hearing It’s A Boy three times, I was so glad to finally hear It’s a Girl! So much so her dad named her Miracle. Then four years later I was blessed to hear its a girl again!
Miracle was definitely prestigious, charismatic & represented femininity at its best which she inherited from her grandmother in her own way & style. My mom’s first born was a boy and after that came along Lil ole me, her first & would be only daughter, followed by three more boys.
Miracle, I am so very proud of you. I’m not surprised how you’ve turned out to be this beautiful God fearing young lady. You certainly have always had a mind of your own. You were an inspiration even to me.
I’m so thankful to the good Lord for blessing me with all five of you. And my first and greatest desire is that all of you focus on what matters most in this life which you only get one chance at in choosing where your soul will spend eternity. How fitting is your God given ministry Soul Outreach For Love of Youth! SOFLY.
Keep up the good God work as He will continue to bless your very SOUL! ?☝
OMG she’s such a MOM. SOFLY loves, welcome my Mom to the blog! She’s my light. LOVE You dearly.
Love you more my dear and couldn’t be prouder. Stay & keep focused in the good God work!
I ♥️ It!!!!
Mother.