According to my mother and my uncle Bill there are two outstanding stories about these grandparents. The first is as follows: in a year before Big Momma died, papa came down with pneumonia. He was taken to a place where colored people were treated, and after examination the white Doctor told Mama to "build a pine box" (coffin) for him. Big Momma took him home and said that she would not let him die. She braided her long black hair in Indian pigtails, put on a " particular dress" and her moccasins, and walked out to the swamplands. She was gone three days and three nights. She came back with a handful of green berries, which she boiled into a tea and fed to Papa. In a few days Papa got out of bed and lived a vigorous life for another thirty years. He was killed in a hit and run accident. The second story is this: Papa was a railroad man. At some point in his life he lost one leg from the knee down as it got caught in the hitch between two boxcars. Papa used to sit on his ga'ery ( front porch) in Slidell, Louisiana, with a greedy brimmed hat pulled down over his eyes and his one leg cocked up on the porch rail. People always thought he was asleep, but he could tell you everything that happened in the community that morning.
🌳Excerpt taken from the book Jambalaya The Natural Woman's Book of Personal Charms and Practical Rituals by Luisah Teish Page 16.
🌳Art photographed by me at @mardigrasworld - 12 days ago