Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous
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Known as a Significant Voice in Modern Literature, a Poet of the Year, 2020 Black Author Matters Winner, 2025 Black Authors Matter Children Book Awards Nominee for his books, and International Impact Awards' Author of the Year Nominee
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Booker T.
A man is only worth where he is willing to work. Just because our ancestors were slaves doesn't mean we do not have a future. Doesn't mean we are slaves. We can achieve greatness. We can be something. God did not give us freedom to just give up. We do not have the freedoms and rights that our ancestors have so we can beg and whine to have all the things that others do. We must pick ourselves up and take every moment as it should be. We must take every moment in life and make something out of it. We have strength. We have health. We have life. We have the due diligence. After all our ancestors work for over 400 years, 400 years on the plantation. And they stood their grounds and they fought the good fight. And they endure unmeasurable hardships. And they were beaten because they did have a will. They did have a spirit. And God did made them equal. And they fought for Lincoln now it is our turn to set the standard. It is our turn to make something out of misery. To make something about strife. To make something out of bitterness. We must show them that we are equal. We must show them that we are smart. We must show them that we are able. We must show them that we are capable. We must show them that we are not just a color or race. We must show them that we are Americans. And as we read in the good Book, we must humble ourselves. We must recognized that we are not alone. There are angels around us. There are angels among us. Even in this time of lynching and time of hatred. We can survive. We are not forsaken. And we are not alone. We have rights. And we have freedoms. Just because we have to provide on our own. Just because we have to make ends meet. Just because we have to pay for clothes and food. We are not alone. Someone is watching over us. Someone is checking in on us. Someone is protecting us. Class Dismissed.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous2 years ago in Writers
Max Amillian the High Achiever
Ever since I was young. I wanted to be a hero. I wanted to achieve the greatest I possible can. And my parents helped me. They saw the eagerness and savvy curious child I was. At an early age I wanted to be something. I would work hard at school. I would aim high. I would study hard and I would practice and practice. My father was my first teacher. He would take me to the library and showed me how to draw. I would draw my heroes in history as big as I possible can. I would work really really hard at it. It was what I did before going to first grade. I really wanted to impress Mom and Dad since they work hard everyday for me to have a roof over my head, food on the table, clothes on my back, and spend time with me. Mom would love picking me up and tickling me just because she liked my laughter. She would sit me on the counter and tell me a story. My father would give me assignments. Then first grade really all the way to high school, it was the same for me. I would make straight A's at least once. My teachers saw I was eager to learn. I was eager to become someone great. That's why I loved history teaching me how to walk in the footsteps of the great and avoid the bad guys of the past. I would spend recess writing and writing. I could even write with both hands even to this day. I had no time for friends and silly get-to-gathers. My mind was focus on being a hero. To use my mind to do something great. To use my smarts for solving world problems. To use my knowledge to help lead the world. Though as I grew I was tempted but who isn't. However I wanted to challenge myself and challenge the world. In middle school, I was planning to be a teacher after all a teacher said that I am as smart as her when I made straight A's for the second time in middle school. And so I tried teaching but I found out that there is more to it then just talk. So I decided to study more and more. And when I went to high school, I was almost ready tutoring what I know and helping others pass. I did pretty well. I was on the National High Honors since 6th grade. I was on Who's Who's National List in High School for seven years. And I started elementary, high school, and college early. I took many honor classes in Spanish, History, and Science even English. I was an ambassador for Model UN. I was almost ready. Then I had a sickness, it came slowly over time crippling me up. And I got so sick I had to move into a hospital several years later. I couldn't think and I couldn't do anything. All I knew was to take my medicine. The illness I eventually found out was not deadly just lifelong. I thought my mind was crippled but I took computer tests in the hospital and excel them all. I was so smart that apart of my recovery was finishing college. And I did, I finished with distinctions and honors still not ready yet. Entering graduate program, the Masters, and getting praised for excellent writing, critical thinking and dismissing because I wanted to be a teacher. I was finally ready. Many organizations were willing to allow me to teach because of my academic mastery. But there was one final test, I had to submit those essays which were frowned upon to a scholar award. Each day anticipating and nervous, weeks and weeks then the email that I beat hundreds of other professors around the world. Now it was time. Teachers are educators. Teachers are heroes. Teachers are mountain movers. Teachers are something and they can live comfortably teaching. And they can do whatever they wanted to. And they could save the world and influence the world. Teachers were the real heroes. Then I took the tests, Science online Genius Test without any preparations and a Science Genius. Math online Genius Test without any preparations and a Math Genius. History online Genius Test without any preparations and a History Genius. I took a IQ over 130 Test and now have an IQ over 130 which is Gifted. I was on fire and ready and determined. I was back. It was my time. Max Amllian time to change the world as a multiple scholar and certified high academic achiever by four honor societies and lifetime member to two of them.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous2 years ago in Writers
Grand Daddy Washington
I remember Grand Daddy Washington. After all we used to play chess just about every afternoon since he retired from the presidency. And he would win most of time, he would give that smile when he caught me. And he would say that I would get him one day. And he used to tell me stories as we set up the chess game. He would tell how he fought the Indians. And how he thought he was doing good until something happen. He was shot in the shoulder by an Indian. And how he barely recovered and that he begin to question his campaign or the Crown's campaign against the Indians. He did not understand the point. He did not really think it was worth it. And how he refused an order to continue fighting the Indians and complained that the men were discouraged by the campaign. Then he would tell how Benedict Arnold almost became the Commander-in-Chief. However he said that he did not have the charm, godliness or respect of his men. And that's why he think he betrayed the colonists. And he ran away to England. He said that he would of gave him a good position within the military if only he would have respected his authority and respected the cause. Jefferson was his adoptive son and I was his adoptive grandson James Monroe. Washington was all of our hero. He was gracious. He was respected. And he was loved. My wife and I cherished the companionship of the Washingtons. And he called me his grandson. Many children were named after Washington including his nephew and his wife Martha's children named children after him. Washington was loved by many. Washington even kissed babies and he blessed children named after him. He would travel the country as much as he liked Summer he liked Winter. He also went on about story of his brother Lawrence. Lawrence and him used to go fishing in New York. Washington regretted that Lawrence lived a short life and he promised his brother to take care of his wife. He told me of all his perils. Washington was not afraid to humble himself and spoke much about his faith. He used his faith to guide him. And he would not let anything hinder him from doing what he felt was necessary. Washington also told me about how he treated his troops letting them see plays such as Cato about a Roman Senator who helped Julius Caesar become emperor who then Caesar kills because he threatens to tell the Senate that he helped him. Historically it is based on a true story even though in history it was ruled that Cato committed suicide. Cato ran against Caesar in every emperor election. Then Grand Daddy Washington talked about his cousin John Adams who lived in Massachusetts and how he loved visiting him for the holidays. Washington loved traveling across the country because he loved surveying the land. He loved this country and was born in this land. He could not dream of a better place than America. He would give up his honor which he did. He said that he gave land to Virginia that he got from the King of England to Virginia for the hand of Martha Dandridge his wife. He said that they were childhood friends that grew apart and came back. Washington was just about to marry another woman named Sally but Martha Martha was like his mother, she was good and godly and pretty. Washington would let no one dance with her at his party. All his friends and officers would tell no one to dance with Washington's Martha. I adore Washington my Grand Daddy and his friendship and his mentorship and his love will last forever in my heart and all those who knew him.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous2 years ago in Writers
For Lincoln
I knew Lincoln ever since I was freed. He welcomed me to his house. He was a good man. He was a hard man. He loved his country. And he was not afraid to fight for the people. Lincoln was smart and a clever politician. I remember our talks over dinner with his wife, Mary Todd Lincoln. Lincoln was very much into politics. And he knew a lot about the system and the governance. Lincoln made me think twice about politics. And he wanted me to do something for him. He wanted me to make the country remember. To never forget the sacrifice that united it back again. I gave my word to Lincoln that I would fight for the union. That I would fight for my people even if something happens to him. Lincoln was my friend and yes sometimes we disagreed but love for the country and love for humanity brought us back together. I was so sure about the country as Lincoln regain the presidency. I was hopeful. I was inspired. I even dare came to the Presidential Convention. Because I knew that it was a special moment for the country. We were no longer slaveholders. We were no longer making slaves out of innocent people. We learned our lesson. We learned how to not judge a man based on his color. And by God, we did it. We became the nation that the true founders' envision. I Frederick Douglass got to see what my ancestors wanted to see justice. And I was so sure that nothing could take that away. I was so certain that Lincoln will live but he died by the hand of a traitor. That rotten no good man took the life of Lincoln. And the General Ulysses told me that he wanted to drive us back into slavery. He wanted to start the war all over again. He wanted to put innocent children and innocent people into slavery. And the mass killing of countrymen by war. That is disgusting and sick, but the General told me that he was found guilty and shot to death. Poor Lincoln, a man of dreams and a man of visions. A man that I looked up to. That's why I took so many positions in government, I wanted to finish the job that Lincoln started. You know we were like partners. His legacy was my legacy and my legacy was his legacy. Now that America has set my people freed, I can work. I can dedicated my life to a better union even if I died like Lincoln. I had other friends like Susan B. And ever so often we would talk about Lincoln. We would talk about what we've been through. We would laugh and cry. We would really really think about the country. She became my closest friend after Lincoln. She was stern about Women Rights. And I was stern about Civil Rights. And we would debate and enjoy each-other's company. And ever so often we would ask What would Lincoln do if he was alive? Lincoln was special to her ever since she introduced him as a presidential candidate in New York City and she gave him the overwhelming approval of teachers. She believed Lincoln was genuinely a good man, hard worker, and a good leader. After several years of traveling and encouraging my people, I was asked to run as Vice President. This lovely woman who was smart and clever wanted to make history. And my friend Susan B. was delighted and intrigue. She convinced me to do it. She told me that Lincoln would have wanted me to do it. And she exclaimed it would show the connection and power of our friendship standing for Civil Rights and Women Rights. So I ran and I did every means to show that freedmen were just as smart and just as clever. I may not have won but it was progress plus the General said I made them remember Lincoln and all the rights and freedoms we so fought for.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous2 years ago in Writers
The Merchantile Ship
I remember the Merchantile Ship as my father told me. Well it was my grandfather that went on that ship in the 1600's. They promised that Blacks would be treated the same as Whites. Even though they divided them, they were equal. In the Americas, they would be all treated as indentured servants. It was where Blacks could live on new hopes and terms with White people. My father told me that at first only Whites could row the ship but there was many storms on the Atlantic Ocean. They were so terrible that they made everybody work together. That's when the bond was created that Blacks and Whites need each other and should stick together. And that there were death on the ships especially among Natives and poor. The Merchantile Ship was the chance for greatness. It was the chance to make the New World work for everybody. And everybody was needed in the Americas, they promised jobs when grandfather was in England. They promised land and they promised plenty of opportunity. The sail took six months and sixty days. And everybody was sick of the sea and so happy to reach shore. Everybody rush off the ship after spending most of their lives within the months on the ship. There grew friendships as well as adversity. Some people were plotting to take the best of the land. Some were making deals on what they would do with the land. And they hope the Natives that did not die from the overseas' travel would help them create new friendships with the Natives in the land hoping that they speak their language and understand their custom.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous2 years ago in Writers
More to it
I remember growing back up down South. I remember the trees. I remember the wildlife. I remember the food. I remember home. Momma would have me watering the garden. And the bees, flies and insects would attack me. I would try to protect myself with a hood and water quickly. And Momma would say they better not become dry. I'm Matt and I have a little sister Hazey. Hazey was a good looking young girl that liked to discover the world. She was smart and cunning. I could not get anything passed her. She was always listening and thinking. Sometimes I think she wanted to be me. But I am the older one, I am the older brother. And Momma told me to look out for her. I love Hazey but she someitmes become too much to handle. And now its our first day going to school together. Dad was worried and so was Momma because the schools were just integrated. Momma feared somebody might attack Hazey and I. Dad told us to be brave and to be like Dr. King. He said Dr. King wants us to have a good education. And Dr. King loves the children so much that he wants them to play together and be friends with one another. And I said Daddy Dr. King is like Jesus, he's my hero. And Momma and Dad sent us off holding hands to the bus stop. At the bus stop there was no one there but us. And we were afraid because we waited on the curb. Then we saw the neighbor, Mrs. Evers was walking with her two daughters. Mrs. Evers introduced us to the two daughters, Betsie and Belinda. And I introduced Hazey and me. And when Mrs. Evers left she waved at us and she said that she would watch for us from a distance. Betsie said Hay Hay and Matt Matt. And Belinda laughed and they both laughed. And I told them to knock it off because we weren't making fun of them. I was just about to get back at them when Hazey made a cute sound. She was playing with the flowers by the tree and smelling time. She said Matt look I love flowers and nature. And I went over and play with the flowers, I told her their names and what they smell like. I told her that she would learn all about their beauty and attributes in school. Hazey was excited and then I saw the bus, so I hurried up Hazey to come. And she came just in time as Betsie and Belinda got on the bus I first let Hazey go because she was young and she was a future lady. And the bus driver looked mean but she smiled at the cuteness of Hazey and she was nice to Hazey but gave me the eye. I admitted school was tough. I saw right by my sister. And I was her defender. Mom and Dad put me in charge and Hazey was a big responsibility. Betsie and Belinda sat in front as I locked in Hazey's seatbelt. Betsie said that I was babying her and that I should stop. So did Belinda say the same thing and they were making fun of me saying that I think that I am the father. Then they begin to call me Father Matt. I just looked out the window and play with my sister. I love watching her smile and gaze at the outdoor as she was close to the window. Then we got off the bus last, and there were people who were fighting outside. And there were people who were yelling. Hazey and I had to be escorted by the security guard. I hugged Hazey before I turn her over to her teacher. She was happy and scared about Mrs. Dorothy. And Mrs. Dorothy asked my teacher Mrs. Tyson if we can do a combined class. Mrs. Tyson hesitantly agreed. And when Mrs. Dorothy suggested her students go over to Mrs. Tyson class then Mrs. Tyson agreed. And Betsie and Belinda were in my class. And Mrs. Tyson asked me to read and I was nervous but she sat my sister in front of me and she was glaring at me and the book. The other students did not think I could read that well and my sister and I were the two of three Black students. I read aloud and clearly. And Hazey celebrated and I hugged her. Mrs.Tyson cried and Mrs. Dorothy cheered on and they hug all their students. And Mrs. Dorothy's cousin was the guest and she played the guitar, she first played 'This Land is Your Land' then 'Dr. Martin Luther King was a great man'. And Hazey and I never wanted to leave the classroom. And the school felt it was too dangerous for us to take the bus so our parents came. And when they heard everything they took us out to eat and we spent time together being a family. I guess Dr. King's dream is a good dream. And if we loved then we can open each other's hearts.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous2 years ago in Writers
Mack Augustus
I was born a slave. The son of a slave. My mother was a slave and my father was the Master. Many times I questioned my life and its importance. I knew I was born for a reason but I could not figure out the reason. My mother worked all her life trying to be something. She worked hard in the fields and she did not fail to do her part. She taught me perseverance. She taught me love. She taught me respect. At times I was confused about who I was. I am the son of the master yet I am a slave. Each passing day, it begin to eat me up and tear me apart. Mother knew how to console me. She knew how to keep me in my place. She knew how to talk to me. She knew how to comfort me. My mother was all I knew. She was everything to me. She was the glue that kept me going each day. I don't know what I would do without her. I don't know if I could be stable without her. I wanted to learn. I wanted to read. I wanted to do what other young kids did. But mother told me that I have everything that I needed. She told me that things would come in time. That I Mack would be something someday that nobody could talk down and that nobody could oppressed. And I believed my mother. I believed her dearly. I did not see my father much. He was usually away and the slave-drivers were harsh upon us. And they would be vexing and provoking. I would pay no attention because I knew how to work. I knew when to work. I was smart. I was strong. I was able. And I did not need a slave-driver to curse at me and beat me to submission. I had friends and relatives on the plantation. And some of them stood and some of them left. I didn't know about freedom. I didn't understand why people wanted to free. I didn't know myself that well. All I knew was on this plantation. Then as I aged Momma was shocked at the news from the Master. She overheard him saying from the slaves in the Master's house that he was gonna sell a slave. And something left Momma that day, she was never the same. She was stricken and tired. She was not the same. I caught her just before she fell down walking toward the field. And Momma told me what freedom was. She told me what freedom was like. She told me to read the Bible. And she told me that a man must fight for freedom. That people are not meant to be slaves. That people are not meant to oppress. That people are human beings with minds, thoughts, and free will. And Momma died that day in my arms. I cried like a baby. I was angry. I was mad. I was fed up. I wanted to be the man that my mother raised. I wanted to be the man that my mother created. And the slave-driver pulled me away from Momma's dead body. And now I was alone in this world. Mack was the only name I knew because my master did not think fit for me to have any full name like a human being. The Master came to my cabin and he called me by name. And he had a slave-driver with a gun. And he proudly said Now that my mother died that I can move on. And that he had business with me. He wanted me to sell off to his daughter who was getting married. I didn't say anything but kept my head low and didn't look him into his eyes. And he asked me to speak, he said speak boy. And I said My mother loved you enough to give birth to your child. I am your son. Why do you treat me like a slave? Why do you called me out of my name? Why do you speak to me like I am nothing? My mother was all I had. She was everything. I don't want to go. And the Master said so you speak like a man. Then he turned and laughed with his slave-driver and said slaves are not human beings and they must be taught obedience. Strap him up. This boy needs a whipping. And the slave-driver took me and stretch my arms in the barn tied up and stretch my legs and tied them up. The slave-driver was just about to start whipping when the Master took over and said I got to teach the boy that he is no man and that he will obey me. As the Master starts beating, I cried and started getting angry. The Master beat harder and harder. And I yelled and torn the straps and the Master was shocked. I took the whip and shouted So you wanna beat me now that Momma's gone. I will show you and he put the Master into a deep sleep. And I looked for the slave-driver but he was in the Master's house. And I grab a horse because I worked with all of the horses and slowly but surely rode miles away quietly and cross rivers with what I had. I came to a ship and said that I was a freedman. And I moved with the ship as a worker up North. I was able to purchase a bible and taught myself to read. And I added my last name Augustus for my safety. For I was freed and happy. I became a man and Momma would be proud up in Heaven. For I escaped and was never ever gonna turn back. I would rather died than be a slave.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous2 years ago in Writers
Father Christmastime
It was long long ago. When the kingdom of Bourgnew was in deep distress as the people of Bourgnew were not happy with their Monarch. Her Majesty Queen Ana was vicious and unkind. She was bitter and envy of other kingdoms. And each day and every moment she could take. She would try to gain power. The officials tried to reason with her. They tried to resort to civil disobedience, but Her Majesty was strong and getting stronger each day. As she promised more and more things to the Bourgnewian people if they give her more power. The officials were worried and upset at the Monarch because of her desperation for power. So the officials held secret meetings after they gave Her Majesty amp power. The officials met and they were united against Her Majesty but they felt obligated to the people of Bourgnew to provide justice. They felt it was their fault that Bourgnew was in the condition that it was in. After some time, many days and many weeks, one official came up with one idea and then another official came up with another. This happened daily and at each meeting but somehow the idea would fail. Then Odus came up with an idea, it was risky and it was challenging. Odus wanted Her Majesty Queen Ana to meet a foreign Monarch to learn from them how other kingdoms' rule so in turn she would change her heart. And she would become the Monarch that the Bourgnewian people needed and always wanted. And he unanimously convinced the officials. And they celebrated quietly and plotted that night.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous2 years ago in Writers
The Essence of a Woman
I remember back in those days. I remember the laughter. I remember the pain. I remember my family. And I remember my friends. Cora Jenkins was my best friend. We met in church since we were little girls. We grew up together. We ate together. We played together. When all those little boys and all those little girls at school was mean to me. Cora stood up for me. Cora would even make breakfast for me when I moved out of my family home. Cora was my favorite. I loved Cora and Cora loved me. We were friends for life. Cora has her family with Emmitt. Emmitt sweep Cora off her feet. And they were happy together for a very long time. I knew everything about them, their love, their fights, and their arguments. Don't you know Cora would call me up early in the morning just to settle an argument she had with Emmitt. I also had a family Peggy Evers. I was like Cora, a Southern Bell. I loved night walks with Jerry. Jerry was White and I was Black. And we got a long just like everyone else. We had our issues and we had our love. We were crazy about each other. And we would not let anything get between us.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous2 years ago in Writers
Lawyer Lincoln's Story
I believe a man should not be judged by his color at all. A man should be judged by the actions he takes. By his mentality and ways. Justice should be blind to race, color and all other formalities. Our society must avail above ignorance. Our society must believe that all men are created equal. And in that belief should we be established as a better union. I am Abe Lincoln born Abraham Lincoln. As I finished my opening statement in the court room. A little history, did you know I was born with not much. I was born with a little but I had a mother, an Angel who taught me how to fight for myself. That Angel helped me be the man that I am today. That Angel gave me hope when I felt that no loved me in this world. That Angel's principles guided me in every course of my life. And yes I had a father, Tom. I learned at an early age that hard work and diligence means greatness. And now after reading every book I could possibly read and learning on my own. After teaching myself, after basic education about the law and after many tries entering law school. After passing law school as one of the best law student. And after becoming a young politician and seeing the major debate of our times which is slavery. I saw slavery when I was growing up. I saw the ugly and demeaning issue. And I helped a few slaves in my past. I really am disgusted and disturbed by the issue. It reminds me of a worse version of what I've been through as a child. Tom, my father did worked hard on my upbringing. I had to give up school at a young age because my father needed me to work the field for the family. I didn't mind taking care of my sister because she was younger than me and mother would wanted me to. But I knew school would make the difference. School would choose between being something and being nothing. The good side of my upbringing is I would spend my out of school childhood reading books, both the academic and the popular. And it was when I met Mary Todd that I had a desire to be something more. Especially when Mary Todd's family were well off. Mary had the same issue as me. She was traumatized by losing her mother. Her father was a little less harsher than mines. I asked her out a few times after seeing her when my father would come to her town to sell the farm goods. And my father had me working for other farmers so the family could make ends meet. I would not say it was instant love between me and Marry but it was love at first sight. I never loved anybody as hard as I loved Mary. Mary was beautiful and darling. Mary was simply love like my mother, my Angel.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous2 years ago in Writers
War & Thanksgivings
It was way passed 1774 when the Continental Congress declared Independence. And the war has been raging for many years, we had some wins and some losses. The colonists had the odds stack against them. And they were tired. And they were worn. And they were weary. Yet they wanted justice. They wanted justice for their families. They wanted justice for their children. They wanted justice for their lands. And they weren't ready to give up. They weren't ready to give in. The colonists had fearless leaders from the Continental Congress to the Generals and one of them was George Washington. Washington invested everything he had in the war. And he was determined to win. He was determined to fight to the bitter end. He was experienced and disciplined in duty and service. And he knew how to effectively move Congress and his men. Most people in those days called him the General. The General was always giving his troops, parties and paying for marriages and giving awards when they completed a mission. The General was well protected and well loved by his troops. Everywhere he went there were colonists who became apart of the cause. There were colonists who willingly spied on British Redcoats. There were colonists who risk their lives to help us. And the colonists were united. Those Redcoats were merciless. They were cruel. They treated the colonists like servants even in their own house. And they ate their food, took their clothes, consume their supplies and lied in their Master's Bedroom by order of the King, King George. King George ordered that if the colonists resisted giving the Redcoats access to their goods then the Redcoats could arrest them, attack them or convict them. The colonists were fed up and willing to die for the cause. They knew that they could not look back.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous2 years ago in Writers
Sisters & Love
Growing up was not easy. Things happened and life changes the outcome. I was young . And I was smart. And I was college bound. Momma always said that I would be something. That I would be somebody. I love Momma. Momma was a hard worker. Olivia Newark did not stop at I love you with her children. She would work day and night to provide. And I say that because Momma had an older child named Cicelia. Cicelia was strong willed and just like Momma when she was young. She would love imitating Momma. And she got so good at it that she thought she was Momma, that's what Momma said. Cicelia was a loving child and very cute. She won a pageant when she was just six years old. And Momma said I look like her. Momma said Cicelia got to grown and to talkative when she was maturing. And Momma sought her away and sign her up to the military. I'm Cissy. I never tried Momma like that. I always obeyed because Momma was like my hero. She was the most important person in my life. Especially since I did not know my father. He left us after I was born. Momma said father just bail out on us and walk away. So Momma was my mother, she was my best friend and she was my hero. I love hearing Momma's stories about work and doing the right thing. Momma would get so much into her stories that she would act out the parts. And I would be thrill as a child and she made me laugh as a young woman. Momma made me feel at home. Ever so often Cicelia would write from the military but Momma would not read the letters. Momma would ask me to read and tell her the jest. Momma wanted to know if she was okay and doing good. So I would read the letters and report back to Momma. Momma would look worried and fret but be relieved when she hear that my older sister was okay.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous2 years ago in Writers
