Sharing the Secrets of Preserving Southern Racism
I have just finished reading The Letter I Never Sent Harper Lee . In this “letter” the author compares the racism of the 1930’s with that of today and says it is no different. I am outraged that a Ohioan who claims Birmingham, Alabama is her home is so cold and heartless in her writing about our state.
Sometime around 1993 I accompanied my husband to a work conference at the Grand Hotel in Point Clear, AL. My son was about 8 years old and my daughter only one. I had the rare opportunity of traveling with 007 while the kids got a little bonding time with their Granna.
We had a wonderful time of visiting with co-workers and enjoying the grounds of such a historic hotel. But, on one particular day while J was conferencing, I saw our family’s future on the face of a clock.
My children were like most. They were both miracles and as a way to praise God for their lives, each year we had a fun and creative birthday party. They were each fearfully and wonderfully created, so it was important to their dad and I that they knew it from day one. My daughter is now 25, and she has had at least 12 different themes throughout her birthday calendar. Since entertaining is such a rich part of southern life, I wanted to share our ideas with you.