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No Family Is Perfect. We Argue, We Fight. We Even Stop Talking to Each Other at Times. But in the End, Family Is Family. The Love Will Always Be There.

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Grandmother had a way of telling her stories and they always made me laugh. Grandmother never went into details about slavery - she just talked about the funny things she did when she was a girl. She said when she was a girl, she had to get water from the plantation owner’s well and he had a very bad son that tried to whip her because she would not get his ball out of the weeds where he had threw it. When he came up behind her and hit her on her bottom with a stick, Grandmother said it pained her so bad, but she didn’t let him know it. She said she turned on him and let him have it right upside his head with her water pail. Grandmother said she hit him so hard, that he fell backward and she thought she had killed him. —Jelline Smith, My Brothers, Sisters and Me

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May your life be filled with the blessings of Christmas And may it always be yours. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

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The Doctor’s Office Visit

My illness became worse. I don’t know what happened to me, but I just wasn’t myself. I remember Grandmother coming to the bed and rubbing my head and telling me that I needed some corn shuck tea and honey to get me well again. Grandmother stood there beside the bed talking to me telling me that I will be all better soon. Grandmother put her cool hand on my forehead and for a while it felt good until Big Momma came in the room and told Grandmother to go and sit down before she fell down. Grandmother did what Big Momma told her to do and left the room. I wanted Grandmother to stay and talk to me for a while because I loved to hear her talk about when she was a little girl after slavery was over. Grandmother said that she didn’t know her father, but she and her mother stayed on the same plantation they lived on when they were slaves. Out of all the stories Grandmother told me, I can only remember one. And it was just the kind I loved to hear. —Jelline Smith, My Brothers, Sisters and Me

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A real man loves his wife, and places his family as the most important thing in life. Nothing has brought me more peace and content in life than simply being a good husband and father. —Frank Abagnale

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Go home and love your family.

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It was a warm Sunday morning in August and time came for us to get on the road to Big Momma and Big Daddy’s house. Daddy didn’t have a car at that time so he had to pay someone to take us there. When the man that Daddy had paid, Mr. Tom High Roller, made it to the house - I don’t think “High Roller” was the man’s last name, but that’s what we called him - we all got in to that little car. I don’t know how but we did, and down the road we went to Sumner, Mississippi where Big Momma and Big Daddy lived. The ride there was fine because I loved to ride in a car especially on the highway because there were so many things to see along the way. When we made it there, Big Momma and Big Daddy were so glad to see us. Big Momma hugged Momma and Daddy and all of us. I didn’t know why she was so glad to see us because she had just seen us the weekend before. —Jelline Smith, My Brothers, Sisters and Me

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Having someone to love is Family Having somewhere to go is Home Have both is a Blessing! —Unknown

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My Brothers, Sisters, and Me, sometimes at night we would sit around and sing songs together. After we would finish singing, Daddy would tell us some of his tall tales to scare us just before bedtime and sometimes it worked - some of us it did scare. Now our momma, she tried her best not to show favoritism, but we knew that our older brother Andrew was her favorite. Even though Andrew was Momma’s favorite, Edna was the oldest and by being the oldest child, our parents would put her in charge when they were away from home, and boy did she take charge! She was bossy! —Jelline Smith, My Brothers, Sisters and Me

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Once you succeed every one recognize you. But before that your family recognize and encourage you. If you a rich person many people work for you but there is...

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Once you succeed every one recognize you. But before that your family recognize and encourage you. If you a rich person many people work for you but there is no relation apart from the money but real family members are stay with you and support you whenever you are down. If 4 people not with means what's the use of your success and achievements. Always family makes you stronger and braver. Hope this video helps you.

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Our daddy was a hard-working sharecropper who worked from “sun up ‘til sun down”, growing cotton for the plantation owner. When all the cotton was harvested and weighed at the cotton gin, the plantation owner got the money and gave Daddy what he wanted him to have. By being a sharecropper, that is what you did: you shared the crop with the plantation owner to pay for using the land. But in Daddy’s case, he also had to pay back the money that he had to borrow during the year because he didn’t make enough money to take care of his family. You see, Daddy was not only a sharecropper: he also drove a tractor to till the field for the owner to plant beans, wheat, and more cotton for him. While Daddy was tilling the plantation owner’s fields, Momma and the other kids that could, took care of our field by chopping the grass out and when time came we picked the cotton. Daddy helped when he wasn’t tilling the fields or doing odd jobs for the owner. That was extra money, but in those days the plantation owner paid what he wanted to pay you, and you had to accept it or move someplace else. That was out of the question because our daddy was too deep in debt with the old tightfisted man. —Jelline Smith, My Brothers, Sisters and Me

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We are a big family; we are all very close, and we always want to talk about what is going on with each other. —Javier Hernandez

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I grew up on a plantation outside of a small town called Dublin, Mississippi. I am the third daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Isaac Baker, whose love and understanding brought me and my brothers and sisters a long way so it is with thanks to God, Momma, Daddy, my sisters, and brothers that I am able to write this story about our lives as children growing up in the state of Mississippi in the forties and fifties. —Jelline Smith, My Brothers, Sisters and Me

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When we were growing up we never had much, but what we had we were thankful for. Our mother always told us to be thankful for what we have and we would get more. So as a kid not understanding what she meant, I tried my best to be thankful for what I had, but it seemed that “more” took a long time coming and every time I thought that I would get “more”, that “more” became less, but I still had hope that someday I would get the “more” that Momma always told me would come. In the meantime, I didn’t let not having what I wanted to get me down. For even as children who didn’t have much of anything, we were the happiest bunch of kids you could have ever known. —Jelline Smith, My Brothers, Sisters and Me

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I come from a very large family. My mother and father had a total of sixteen children: eleven boys and five girls with two deceased which left fourteen children living. Back then, they thought that if a man and woman had a large family, it was good for them, but I don’t think anyone told them that it would be hard for them to take care of. And oh boy, were we a handful, but our parents had time for all of us. I never understood until I got older how they could love all of us the same because there was so many of us. —My Brothers, Sisters and Me by Jelline Smith

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