This past Tuesday we buried my grandmother. She had four daughters and a host of grandchildren and great grandchildren. She lived a good life and at some point and time watched over all of my cousins and me while our parents were off at work. She was generous in her giving and strict in her discipline. When she said do something, we had to get it done or else. She cared for over twenty foster care children and showed them love until someone decided to adopt them. She gave her all for others until she could no longer do so anymore.

In a post about the television documentary Eyes on the Prize, I was amazed at the stories that were captured and learned a lot about our fight for equal rights. But there was one thing that I didn’t realize and the opportunity is now gone. We all have a chance to capture history by talking with those who lived during that era. At the funeral I saw family members I hadn’t seen in a long time and met some I’d never met before. My black history lesson was right in front of me. All I needed was a recorder or video camera. It doesn’t take much and because of the podcast I have all the equipment I need.

I’m going to do better. There’s a lot of history out there and we need to get it before it’s gone.