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My people on my father’s side were from down south
Cuthbert Georgia
I remember when I was about 8 years old, my family went south, to see our
Cousins and grand parents.
The Deep South it was about 1962 we drove down in our Chryslers station wagon.
My cousin Willie bee, williby, bee I can’t even spell it
He was my father’s nephew, and he talked quicker than any one I ever heard before
I couldn’t understand a thing he would say, and he was always talking.
My father always brought along a cousin or some one else when we went down south
Looking back, I used think that it was because my father didn’t like to drive long distances
I now realized that it was the south.
We stopped at a gas station and
Yes I saw white only signs
And my father to his credit
Went right into one and used the bathroom
Right on power to the people
My father was some thing else, Stephen Sampson didn’t play
And he had a temper, one in which he controlled
But if you really pissed him off
Run………………….He was one of those quiet men………….
Un like his son…..quiet
Quiet is scary……………..
Anyway
This was before the voting rights act, their were still lynching’s in the south
Justice did not rule in those days
Anyway
I will cut this short and maybe ad much more lately
Anyway
We get to the center of town and some of my cousins greet ed us
They lean up close
To my father and whisper in his ear
Now this little town at first glance looks like Mayberry
I expect to see Andy opie and Aunt Bea
Instead I see a whole lot of black folks, looking uncomfortable
And a whole lot of white looking just as weird
Anyway I was a nosy child
I listened,
Bat man ears on………….
All those years of being nosy paid off
These strange dark men in coveralls, and staw hats
Whisper in his ear that
The sheriff is locking up people that want to vote
Some folks have been killed
Oh lord lord
My cousin Willie gets angry right away
And starts talking in that strange tongue of his
What the hell is it gechie
It’s like a machine gun
He is distracting me
He is stopping me from obtaining my prize
My father stills him with a glance
And my mother and Aunt Allie who was also in the car
Looked alarmed
My father looked angry but calm
He was outwardly calm
And later I would find out inwardly
Like a raging sea
That’s where I get it from
I get it honest
All of this energy
All of this drives
Ok where was I
I got what I asked for
Yup the man was telling my father horrible stories
About injustice
Images of the clan and lynching’s
Abounded in my head
Lions and tigers and bears oh my
I don’t know if my brother Ronny, Sister Donna even heard
And I don’t think my brother Robbie was even born yet
We went to my grandparent’s farm
A bleached house some thing out of little house on the prairie
Meets roots
Tin roof, corn fields on the side
Out house
With spiders
I will hold my due for ever before I go in that thing
Out house…yuck
Anyway
My uncle boy
His real name was press
But he was called boy
Was the tallest blackest man I have ever seen?
He looked like my father
But tall and reed thin
About six feet 6 inches tall
Why the hell am I so short and fat?
Ok enough about me
Anyway he had the nicest smile
My father didn’t get a cavity until he was
Well into his seventies
He could open bottle caps
With his teeth they were so strong
Uncle Boy
I loved him right away
And I wouldn’t stop following him
He just picked me up and tickled me
And made me feel loved right away
I felt like I knew him forever
Even though I only saw
Him about five times in my life
He was so tall and high up
That when he put me up on his shoulders
I swear I was close to heaven
He wanted to give my father some thing
I told you I was nosey
And I wouldn’t leave,
Now normally my father
Did the deacon look
And I would be deterred
The look that he was giving me now
Would have normally made me
Run like hell
But Uncle Boy said
Bob Leave that boy be
Let him come
I loved the way these southern folks talked
Boy was the oldest
And my father was the youngest of nine children
I was always safe around my father’s side of the family
Because I was a bad child
And they loved my badness
Laughed at my antics
And protected me from a father,
Who didn’t play
My father liked kids being kids
But his sisters, who were all at least six feet tall,
Except for Aunt Suzie
Were just as firm with him
They all raised him and treated him like the baby
Aunt Suzie had a deep deep voice
She was the oldest girl
And when she told my father to do some thing he did it
I could tell immediately that she was the one who was in charge of him as a child
And like his other mother
I loved to hear her laugh
I loved the way she laughed at me and with me
Aunt Inell was 6 feet tall at least
Red brown like an Indian
I loved her so
God I can still taste her cooking
Her lemon cake
Anyway Uncle Boy
Takes my father
With me on his shoulders
Around the back of the house
Near a shed
He reaches under neath it
And brings out a gun
An old but beautiful gun
He hands it to my father
And stuff is said
My uncle boy
Takes a bottle out and places it
On a stump
My father aims the gun
And shoots it
Hitting the bottle
Oh god here I go
Let me shoot it
Let me shoot the gun please
Kevin, no………
Uncle boy looks at my father
And says let him shoot the gun
Bob how old were you when you first shot a gun
Bob
Did I tell you that for years
When they called my father bob
I was to dumb to ask why they called
My father whose name I thought
Was Stephen
Bob
Because he was born
Robert Louis Stevenson Sampson
When he came up north
He changed his name to Stephen
And family legend has it
That my Aunt Vernell
My mother’s sister
Told him that if he was to be Steve
Make it Stephen
It’s more sophisticated
Where was I
Oh so……………
Uncle boy took that gun
\and kneeled down behind me
Grabbing the gun with me
He told me ready
Aim and he squeezed the trigger
Along with me
It was so loud
It was so scary
It was so wonderful
I’m in heaven
Bad boy heaven
Good boy heaven
Heaven
We went back to the house and I was quiet
Watching my grandmother bertha
Snap green beans into a pot
I walked around the kitchen
Of this large used to be sharecroppers shack
I don’t know they might still have been share croppers
Anyway
Dorothy knew she was not in Oz
Any more
I was home but not home
The south scared the hell out of me
I could always feel the south in unnatural ways
I still can
I could feel it in the air
And in the trees……………..
And in my blood
My father got that gun
Because he was a northern boy
He was a leader
And Uncle Boy knew my father
Was a northern agitator
Knew he wouldn’t take any guff
And knew he would go down with a fight
Knew that the sheriff would find out that he was here
And who knows…………….
Anyway
No one was taking my father any where
That he didn’t want to go with out a fight
My father was so cool
I knew that no one could hurt me with him around
No one could touch us
I climbed up in my grandfather’s lap
Press,
Black as coal with white white hair and light eyes
I think………..
And ate the peanuts that he fed me
I loved them
He looked at me;
I was so little so skinny with a big head
And said here peanut
And they called me peanut the whole time I was there
Yea peanut head
So what
I still love peanuts
And shooting a gun
The clock
Snippets
I couldn’t sit still as a child. I was always running around climbing things
And generally being a pain in the ass. My poor mother, who had the patience of a saint.
Was at wits end with me, I could ask a hundred questions an hour.
Was often told to go and look it up……………I did. But some times my mother just had enough.
Then I would be punished. The most horrible of punishments, was …………..
My mother was always in the kitchen and I was always hovering about. I loved my mother
She would finally say, enough. Look at the clock.
We had a clock right above the stove. I hated and loved that clock. It meant bed time, or food time
Or punishment time
Punishment, sit and look at the clock for five minutes. No talking no moving, no nothing.
Oh my God this was the worst punishment of all, to sit still was nearly impossible for me.
I would fidget and twitch and invent games in my head. Any thing to make this five minute punishment
Which seemed like a two hour one……..pass faster?
Help I am losing it, my mother isn’t paying attention, until I try to move
2 more minutes
Oh my god I can’t take it they will get me, if I stay still for this long
Who them
The things that come to me at night
My night mares
Oh god
One more minutes
I think I can
I think I can
I did it
I am nearly insane, out of breath
My heart is beating loudly
I tell my mother I am going out side
And run like hell
I turn around and see her Mona Lisa smile
Run run
Freedom
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