My Aunt Lena: A Life Lived in Central Louisiana During the Jim Crow Era (Google eBook)
In this novel, Rebecca begins the quest to discover herself and the woman she will become. She exchanges the rules of every day living for the commands of military life. Landing on foreign soil, she immediately connects with Alex, her overseas host. Although her internal red light warns her not to get involved with the handsome man, her loneliness overtakes her and she joins him on a spontaneous trip. By the time she comes to the reality of her misjudgment, the result of her `date rape' is pregnancy. When she gathers the courage to tell Alex her news, she finds out that he has gone back to the United States for his wife's emergency delivery of their baby. Rebecca must now decide if she will abort the fetus or become and unwed mother with hopes that her first love, Stewart, will accept her and her child.
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Early Childhood Memories
Amos and Minnie Graham
Growing Up as a Child
Taken Care of Siblings
Effect of Jim Crow While Growing Up
Brother Bites Aunt Lena
Life Changes as seen by Aunt Lena
Last Thoughts Martin Luther King
My Remembrance of Winnfield
Family Tree Of Aunt Lena
There is a Snake in the House
4th grade ABC’s ain’t Amos Graham anyway apple box Aunt Lena baby back door Bessie boys breakfast brother C.M. McWright California called Calvin Carey cause Cedar Grove chicken church Clarence comin cows didn’t know didn’t want Evergreen Valley College father finished fishin Flug front go to school go to town gonna grown high school hogs Jim Crow jumped killed knew Lena’s living Louisiana loved LT’s Mama Julie Martin Luther King Minnie Graham morning mother moved to town must’ve never night o’clock Okay parents Pinecrest Piney Woods poppa died porch rainin remember road scared Scrap she’d should’ve sister snake stayed stopped stories Sunday talk tell there’s thing thought a lot today’s told truck trying Uh huh Uncle LT Wal-Mart want to go whoppin Wilma Winnfield woods would’ve ya’ll Yeah