Sunday, June 21, 2015

Father's Day perspective

Sixty-six-year-old Fay Hauser-Price stands before a weather-worn tombstone with a spire taller than her in a graveyard marinating in an early morning mist. There is a hand carved into the marker’s side with its finger pointing upward and the words “At Last” etched below.
Fay Hauser-Price knows the name on the stone because it’s her name, too. She got his light green eyes but not his white skin. She thinks she got some of his ambition. He certainly gave her a lot of internal conflict about what is and what could be.
His name was Theopolis Christian Hauser. He was her great-great-grandfather who had three children by her great-great-grandmother — a house slave. He owned at least a dozen other slaves too.

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