There’s so much to catch up on abd so little time that I’m going to keep these short, unpolished (as if there’s ever any other option lately? Haha) and just post pics and quick commentary. I might have mentioned already that I was inspired my friend, Valerie, to plan a civil rights tour on our route to Florida. We didn’t make it to all the stops I had dreamed up (the ocean was calling, and we were traveling with a full van and more than 1/3 of our party’s population was under 6 years old. I had to lower expectations as the drive progressed and passengers (ahem and driver) grew cranky. A “power hour” stop in Montgomery blew everyone’s minds and fed my sight seeing soul.
Before I begin, I do want to say this: I think if I had ever had a history teacher that wasn’t named “Coach ____” I would have discovered how deep my love for history is at a much younger age than mid-thirties. I’m thankful for parents who have exposed me to arts and culture and an appreciation for the rich history that surrounded my childhood setting. I hope I’m giving this same gift to my children as well as my parents did to me.
We were all very excited to find the Dexter Avenue King Memorial Baptist Church. Corbin taught us about the Montgomery bus boycott and shared facts about Rosa Parks and Dr Martin Lither King Jr.
Then we stood at the steps of the capital building and learned about the march from Selma to Montgomery. We listened to Dr King’s speech “How Long? Not Long!” Which is truly a poetic masterpiece. We continued our walk around the corner and up a block and felt the names of 40 civil rights martyrs etched into the Civil Rights Memorial. In the museum, we took the pledge to peacefully stand up for those who cannot stand up for themselves, and added our names to the wall of tolerance. We felt thankful for the reminders to act, love, and choose a peaceful response to conflict.
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Heart eyes.
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