The Stories

I come from a family of storytellers. They always told their stories of growing up in the south during "The Great Depression". Every holiday when we would come together, after the meet and greet, after the great spread of soul food featuring everyone's special dish, after all the food was consumed and the dishes were cleaned, came story time. Someone would start off telling the story with that reminds me of the time with Uncle Brother...

Uncle Brother could not be out done, he would tell his side with his slant. Oh the laughter that followed. Aunt Jean would start her story and the same thing would follow. Whoever was the object would tell it from their slant and the laughter would go on and on. The stories would go on and on until all six siblings told their funny story.

Melvira was the oldest and the trailblazer. Jean was the fighter and defender. My mother Fredna, was the soft-spoken one, Ethel was the baby girl. William was the oldest son, mostly quiet at times, but very particular about everything. Wilbert also known as Brother, the baby, was known for his mischievous personality. Melvira also had a baby named Mary John-Ann, who became the baby of the family. Growing up I the south meant, love and family.

All the children of the brothers and sisters knew the stories.

These stories are passed down to us. No one is really telling the old stories anymore since all of the brothers and sisters are gone.

I have taken on the tradition of storytelling now. I am still learning to write and the process of writing, and telling many stories of my own. I discovered that my children really love to hear them. I will do my best to keep the tradition going.

 Thus we have Lunchbox Stories
  

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