My Life Story

There are 6 people in my family and we are African Americans. I have 4 siblings, one girl and three brothers that were born in Opelousas. When I was two years old my father left us. Growing up in Opelousas was a lot of fun. In those days it was still rather rural. My friends and I grew up playing stickball, dodge ball, and other neighborhood games.
While growing up in Opelousas, my mother passed along all she knew about the family history. I knew my family history "by heart." I was told how African Americans were treated during slavery and in the society I grew up in. During the fifty’s African Americans were denied access to many businesses and were thought to be inferior beings. My family was poor; we remain this way for a long time, and face great barriers to our acceptance in a white society. Many of my family members did not speak much English because our family spoke Creole (a broken down language of French.) My mother, who raised and supported her family by doing ...