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Becoming BRG

People have asked how I came up with the name of my blog.  So here is some background for those who didn’t attend Anderson Primary.  The Black River runs through Kingstree, the town I lived in until the summer before my junior year of high school.  Kingstree is the county seat of Williamsburg County.  According to Wikipedia, the population was 3,496  as of the last Census.  It’s home of Nobel Prize winner Dr. Joseph Goldstein and one town over from Lake City – home of the late astronaut Ronald McNair. Kingstree doesn’t have a movie theater or a Wal-Mart.  It’s a rural area– a big town in a small county.  My family has a farm that we’ve owned for three generations.  The main staple was tobacco for many years.  We also grow corn and soybeans.  Each year my late grandparents made a garden with butterbeans, okra, yellow squash and watermelons.  The garden rotated and one year my enterprising grandfather even grew broccoli.  I remember getting out there and helping many days after school, on weekends and particularly during summer vacation.  My grandmother and I would sit outside shelling beans and keeping each other company.  I have great memories of growing up in Kingstree.  Spending plenty of quality time with my late grandparents, great-aunts and great-uncles, cousins and family friends.   This is my father’s hometown so many in the community know my family from way back.  My mother and her twin sister taught elementary school and also became part of the fabric of this small town.  It’s where I became comfortable with public speaking– through church programs and local pageants.  Where I was pushed to excellence and truly raised by the village.  This might be confusing for some of you who often hear me say Conway when asked where is home.  I graduated from high school in Conway, so I’m one of those people with two hometowns – both in South Carolina.  I’ve lived in Washington, DC – my mother’s hometown for most of my adult life, but still feel connected to my roots and to the Black River.  It’s been years since I’ve fished on that river, but don’t let my metropolitan ways fool you.  I’m a proud Southerner and glad to share so you know a little more about your Black River Girl.


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