I remember being 7 years old and hearing a lot of commotion and sensing the worry in
my house. This was because my parents were going to the March to Washington in 1963. My Nana was very upset and
scared...I remember. It was as though something was going to happen to my parents. Yet, I still had a sense that something
very important was happening, something that was important enough that my parents had to risk maybe not coming back home to
us. Funny, I don't remember being scared for them, just kinda excited. Laying on the floor on my stomach with my legs in the
air. Searching on the TV screen for my parents. My Mom was dark and my father light so I got excited every time I say a black
and white face...together. There they go! I see Mommy & Daddy, I would exclaim. I remember being so proud of them....I
didn't quite know why then.
Mom and Dad, Dr. King...we
remember you and all of those that came before us for your courage, determination and sacrifice and lighting the way for us
to follow. We miss you immensely but your presence is felt every day through your legacy of freedom earned through your tremendous
T H A N K Y O U!
All of these pictures are still at the high school. We were so into the march to the Dr. Martin Luther King,
Jr. Memorial we didn't even take pictures as we walked. Wow! This was one of the most experiences of our life!
This shows all of the people lined up still trying to get into the stadium at the high school!