![]() That was unusual for small town Texas in the 1980s, because our lives weren’t built that way. And I remember that when it came to Juneteenth, unlike most other days, we looked to the men. About chains, forced labor, and withheld freedom. ![]() I remember the shade-tree stories about some hundred plus years ago. Stroke’s face in the light of the fire pit at night and how Uncle Robert’s brisket would shoot juice when you bit into it. ![]() What I remember about the Juneteenth of my girlhood is the sound of music and how our parents could cha-cha all night long.
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