My distance family (Joyceann) visits Harewood and shares her point of view being in the home of where her ancestors where slaves. More to come.
We met, offered our stories and shared a meal. We hugged and laughed and continued to fellowship until late in the afternoon. All under the gaze of the Washington’s in portraits around the hallways and rooms. Oh yes time has surely changed!
How do I explain the emotions as I sat at the very dining room table my ancestors served under the gaze of Samuel W. Washington in the painting hanging high on the wall? I wonder what he was thinking…..How do I begin to explain how I feel eating a meal prepared by his descendant and Bushrod Washington’s descendant too?
To explain how it was to walk up the steps and be welcomed in through the front doors of the very home that my ancestors helped to build, The same home that George Washington visited and to stand in front of the fireplace where…
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