I like many, have seen the signs that are the school and the homes and look no further to discover what lies beneath the surface. I like many, did not take the time to stop and listen to the stories of a community and a past that is my own.
Written by Karen Georgia Thompson This past week, I was in Indianapolis and decided to go sightseeing: my kind of sightseeing where life meets history. I was going to look for John Freeman. Mr. Freeman’s story was compelling, and the invitation from one of the sites I read to “stroll Pennsylvania between 10th and 11th […]Read Post ›
Written by Karen Georgia A. Thompson New York City has millions of visitors annually. They flock to Times Square and Broadway. They want to see Central Park and watch Broadway shows. They come to the Big Apple to shop in places like Macy’s at Herald Square and Saks Fifth Avenue. They want to see St. […]Read Post ›
Karen Georgia A. Thompson In December, I went home. Home to Jamaica. The land of my birth, the birth place of my ancestors, descendants of those who were deposited as cargo off the slave ships that arrived from the African shores. Those ancestors worked the sugar cane plantations of the British producing sugar and rum […]Read Post ›
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