In the late 80s after having watched the “Roots” serial, a thought occurred to me to leave a legacy of family history and pride for my children. Having come from a long line of single mothers raising her family, and having been born in the fifties, I was reared at a time when children were “seen but not heard.” In my parent’s efforts to keep me safe from the social injustices and hardships, they had kept me virtually ignorant of who we actually were. When I began, I only knew my parents and grandparents names. It is many years later, and I have concluded researching my history back to my fifth great grandparents. This has been an enlightening and eye opening experience. I can only wish I could go further, but I am blessd to be able to say…I have met my Great, Great, Great, Great, Great, Grandmother, even in name only. I think all African Americans should do their genealogy. In fact I think its absolutely necessary. The picture is of me visiting the family cemetery and paying homage to those strong men and women whose shoulders I stand upon.