The story of one of the oldest slave cemeteries in the United States, told by the people who know it best.

 

Thank you to the Puffin Foundation for their support in this project.

Cleaning out the closet inspired this.  I was packing for the big “move out of the childhood home,” and as I did, I found relics.  Not just memorabilia, but relics.  Old pictures surfaced, notes,

    

    I just got back from the funeral.  There were seven adults present, two children, and a pair of dogs—one blind, one widowed.  The widow, my own dog, Sydney, was married to Dorsey, the dog

It’s an advertisement from the 70’s.  It was on record, and I dug it out of a closet one day two winters back when, simply missing Camp Potawotami too much, I made the 40 minute drive back to the

 

 

 

Courage comes in a variety of manners.  For some, it’s as simple as waking up in the morning, pulling on shoes and socks, wandering into our cubicles, our workstation, booting up our computers,