Our family did not travel to the United States by choice, but my grandma with my granddad and their siblings migrated like many Black people did out of the Jim Crow era South to the Northern cities. My grandma was born and raised in Richmond, Virginia, a place where appearances were everything. She was raised predominantly by her grandmother as her mom passed young. Her grandfather owned a funeral home that provided a comfortable life. Her family was always dressed to the nines. The Great Depression ruined that. Like many folks from the Great Depression era, she was quiet and observant. When she did speak, she was a story teller. Grandma told stories of our family and the South. She was always people watching in New York. It was a common activity in Black neighborhoods, a way to provide safety and love. I learned from her the joys of observation. When I was older, my grandma gave me her pearls. Gifts of jewelry were standard from my grandma. Most of my collection came from her. When we went out to events, we always dressed smart with starched outfits, quality fabric, and gems. Your class and upbringing shown through in your attire, and grandma never allowed anyone to look down on us. I understand better now the reasons for that outward show. American culture deemed Black people as dirty and undignified. Those gems were a ward to protect our happiness to never let us feel small in any space demonstrating her love for her babies. 

– Ayana

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