Showing posts with label H Huggins. Show all posts
Showing posts with label H Huggins. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 15, 2018
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
The Great Migration - from Holmes Cty, Mississippi to Chicago IL (1946)
Howard Jr Huggins (b. 1928) graduated from Saints School in Lexington MS in the Spring of 1946...
He moved to Chicago IL at @ age 19.
CHICAGO
Timidly,
we get off the train.
We hug our suitcases,
fearful of pickpockets.…
We are very reserved,
for we have been warned not to act green.…
We board our first Yankee street car
to go to a cousin’s home.…
We have been told
that we can sit where we please,
but we are still scared.
We cannot shake off
three hundred years of fear
in three hours.
—
RICHARD WRIGHT, 12 Million Black Voices
Wilkerson, Isabel (2010-09-07). The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America's Great Migration (Kindle Locations 4110-4118). Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
The Tomb-stone Tuesday
is presented as a Prepaid Head-Stone of Elder. Howard Jr. Huggins. b 4-17-1928 MS, d. 6-14-1997 OK
It was his pride and joy,,,, a sense of self-sufficency, responsible living and dying. So with his own hands, be bought and inscribed the headstone for Howard and wife, Helen, loaded it into his vehicle, levelled the area, and the story is told that be placed a penny underneath.
He didn't like for a black cat to cross his path, he believe so hard, that he knows he looked out the window and he saw Sante Claus going bye. So for whatever measure,,, he had his way... and stood proudly.
I really don't know who shot this photo with him... He was proud. Plus, I can say,,, at this time in his life, I had two good legs. later past 1989 --- he was an amputee/wheelchair.
He's my hero... my champ... my daddy.
It was his pride and joy,,,, a sense of self-sufficency, responsible living and dying. So with his own hands, be bought and inscribed the headstone for Howard and wife, Helen, loaded it into his vehicle, levelled the area, and the story is told that be placed a penny underneath.
He didn't like for a black cat to cross his path, he believe so hard, that he knows he looked out the window and he saw Sante Claus going bye. So for whatever measure,,, he had his way... and stood proudly.
I really don't know who shot this photo with him... He was proud. Plus, I can say,,, at this time in his life, I had two good legs. later past 1989 --- he was an amputee/wheelchair.
He's my hero... my champ... my daddy.
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