|Grandma Dovie Walker|
Last year I was visiting my Aunt Beulah (my father’s eldest sister) and she started telling me a story about how she came across some stories her Mother (my Grandmother, Dovie Walker) had written a long, long time ago. As the story goes, sometime between the end of World War I and the start of the Great Depression, my Grandparents traveled quite a bit. Not for leisurely fun or because they were in the military, but because they were very poor, as many Americans were during this troublesome period of time. So poor in fact, my Grandfather would routinely uproot his family and move from city to city - from state to state - looking for work.
As many of you know, back in those days women were expected to stay home and care for the house and the children. Supporting the family rested squarely on the shoulders of the men in the family. Well, apparently my Grandma Walker had ideas of her own. In an effort to help bring money into the household, she began writing stories and submitted them to pulp fiction magazines. As you will see from her writings, she wasn’t well educated. In fact, I would go as far as to say she probably dropped out of school at an early age, so its safe to say that none of her stories ever saw print. But it didn't stifle her imagination, and it certainly didn’t stop her from trying. I find that immensely inspiring and courageous.
I was so excited to hear that my Grandmother was a writer; I just had to see and read these stories for myself. It took some time, but we finally found them buried amongst other family treasures. I can’t tell you how thrilled I was to hold these hand written stories in my hands. I never knew my Grandma. She passed away when my Father was just 2 years old from an infection after giving birth to my Aunt Omah. To have something personally written by her own hand was truly a treasure for me.