Ancestors
Spirit's whisper, in memory like magic
Like magic.
Voices from the faces of the unseen.
Standing, those who cupped hand to mouth
This is an ancient well, which swelled with the believing,
We/they/us/ him/ her the ancestors forgave
Where we stand we rejoice!
Where they stood we listen, listen!
Listen... to the winds, the crashing waves,
The echo (refrain)>>>>>>> echo
Listen to their voices
Listen to the songs
They would sing!
Ancestors
Ancestors
Dedicated to The Alexander and Sally Early Turner Family, Grafton, VT c. 1829 - 1988 after visiting the enslavement institutions,
West Africa, 1997- 2008.
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Alexander Turner History
Autumn trees swept with the dawn in Grafton,
Atop Turner Hill. Alexander Turner family’s Journeys End,
Several wild daisies out of season survived and linger.
They look as if they’ve been lacquered.
Rooted around old battlefield stories
The mists linger here like ghosts.
There are still places where you can walk in Vermont and throughout the America’s and feel a profound gloom. Such is the case with where the John Gouldin Plantation, Port Royal Virginia many people died there. Alexander Turner, born 1845 was one of the blessed one that did not die enslaved. The force of his determination still resonates, or else I wouldn’t be here at this time and place, or any of you.
You can find such places in every country. Often no one builds anything there, even when land is dear. But many decide to possess land does not belong to them, such as the Alexander Turner family homestead on Turner Hill. It is sacred land.
We should be saying that there should be a memorial.
Others say that the disturbances planned there is not important, that the living cannot abide with the dead wishes.
History is essential to our understanding of the present. Unless we are conscious of the way in which we came to this point in time as America’s people--- we will never know what roots are still alive. We need to know how things came to be so that we can project from here. We also need to know the failures of the past so that we can avoid repeating them.
History is not always glorious. But Turner’s family history is true and is a living historical testament to know of our melancholy past still haunts us all and my goal for this interpretive Journey’s End Program is to help heal our youth and open minded citizens from the ancient wounds of racial inferiority consciousness, and post traumatic slave syndrome; Americas enduring injury. We must accept that. This life is terrible and people did, we still do terrible things to each other based on race, and you can choose from any one of the menu of isms in this century and State of Vermont vie for attention. If we are to live for the sake of the good and strong, then we should have much visible truth and establish a memorial site that contains as much VT African American heritage archival resource and its background as possible.
Naima K. Wade, Program Director NPS- NET
Journeys End Program Series ( 1845- 1988)
Spirit's whisper, in memory like magic
Like magic.
Voices from the faces of the unseen.
Standing, those who cupped hand to mouth
This is an ancient well, which swelled with the believing,
We/they/us/ him/ her the ancestors forgave
Where we stand we rejoice!
Where they stood we listen, listen!
Listen... to the winds, the crashing waves,
The echo (refrain)>>>>>>> echo
Listen to their voices
Listen to the songs
They would sing!
Ancestors
Ancestors
Dedicated to The Alexander and Sally Early Turner Family, Grafton, VT c. 1829 - 1988 after visiting the enslavement institutions,
West Africa, 1997- 2008.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Alexander Turner History
Autumn trees swept with the dawn in Grafton,
Atop Turner Hill. Alexander Turner family’s Journeys End,
Several wild daisies out of season survived and linger.
They look as if they’ve been lacquered.
Rooted around old battlefield stories
The mists linger here like ghosts.
There are still places where you can walk in Vermont and throughout the America’s and feel a profound gloom. Such is the case with where the John Gouldin Plantation, Port Royal Virginia many people died there. Alexander Turner, born 1845 was one of the blessed one that did not die enslaved. The force of his determination still resonates, or else I wouldn’t be here at this time and place, or any of you.
You can find such places in every country. Often no one builds anything there, even when land is dear. But many decide to possess land does not belong to them, such as the Alexander Turner family homestead on Turner Hill. It is sacred land.
We should be saying that there should be a memorial.
Others say that the disturbances planned there is not important, that the living cannot abide with the dead wishes.
History is essential to our understanding of the present. Unless we are conscious of the way in which we came to this point in time as America’s people--- we will never know what roots are still alive. We need to know how things came to be so that we can project from here. We also need to know the failures of the past so that we can avoid repeating them.
History is not always glorious. But Turner’s family history is true and is a living historical testament to know of our melancholy past still haunts us all and my goal for this interpretive Journey’s End Program is to help heal our youth and open minded citizens from the ancient wounds of racial inferiority consciousness, and post traumatic slave syndrome; Americas enduring injury. We must accept that. This life is terrible and people did, we still do terrible things to each other based on race, and you can choose from any one of the menu of isms in this century and State of Vermont vie for attention. If we are to live for the sake of the good and strong, then we should have much visible truth and establish a memorial site that contains as much VT African American heritage archival resource and its background as possible.
Naima K. Wade, Program Director NPS- NET
Journeys End Program Series ( 1845- 1988)