I have learned that as a people, we don't really share our oral history as much as you might think we do. I was visiting my father and I mentioned that the next time I came to see him, I was going to bring a tape recorder and talk about our family with my cousin Bill, who was known as the family oracle. My father looked at me and said, "what does he know that I don't know?" So I asked him, "what do you know?" He took me back all the way to his grandparents on both his mother's side and his father's side, my great-grandparents, all who were slaves. He went from them all the way to my daughter. He gave me names, places, dates of birth, death and marriage, some address, who married who, children's names. Who ran away with the circus. Short stories like: his sister who hated rice, but, married an Asian and wrote home to say she was eating rice and loving it. At this time, I was in my late 40's and I had never heard any of this.