a Summer of Soul
The recent movie," A Summer of Soul", up for an academy award this year prompted this post and a beginning of a sort of history in selected images from my life. When I was a young child, I lived in a small town in Florida that was racially segregated. We, in fact, had no people of color living in the town at all. This was a time when desegregation was a large issue, especially in the South, and so, when I was in 5th grade, our school got two black teachers as the beginning of desegregation and then when I was in the 6th grade we actually got a few students bussed from a neighboring town (and the projects) to our school. When I was a child, my mother was extremely active in a church that was technically a 1st Christian church, but was a bit more active in "soul winning" than most. My father did not attend at all. Every Sunday morning, Sunday nights and Wednesday night my Mom would load us and anyone else she could find into her station wagon for inte...