Learned even more, for he was endowed with a special grace that made him tower Storyteller I learned to respect the past, to respect my own heritage and Of those who lived still not free, yet who would not let their spirits be History of great-grandparents and of slavery and of the days following slavery On the steps of moonlit porches and beside dying fires in one-room houses, a History not then written in books but one passed from generation to generation The fireside in our northern home or in the South where I was born, I learned a Or forty years or more before, just as if it had happened yesterday. Paint them as vividly as any picture with splashes of character and dialogue. He could tell stories of beauty and grace, stories of gentle dreams, and Old story that made me hold my sides with rolling laughter and sent happy tearsĭown my cheeks, or a story of stark reality that made me shiver and be gratefulįor my own warm, secure surroundings.
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