As I historian, I am always researching. Getting a tub full of old letters, documents, papers, and so forth from my grandmother's cedar chest was a gold mine for me. I have been shifting through the chaos for a while and jotting down notes about what I've found. This particular post deals with my great-grandmother… Continue reading The Large Blue Tub – Part Two (A Tribute to the Civil Rights Movement)
When Mom and Dad brought my grandmother's cedar chest from Texas to Georgia, it sat in my dining room for about a week before I looked at the things which it sheltered. My daughter briefly went through the contents the day it arrived, but I did not have time to. She was the one to… Continue reading The Large Blue Tub – Part One.