40 Acres And A Mule Fall Festival Talk

Now Addy had some flashbacks...She knew the group 40 acres and a mule,the beer 40 acres and a mule,the negro talk of 40 acres and a mule,and the reparations raps by the new artists of 40 acres and a mule.She kind of giggled inside at the Harrisneckeans rant of reparations and their 40 acres and a mule at last Saturday's Fall Festival at First African Baptist Church Field meeting. She giggled inside thinking good luck on getting that one,don't hold your breath.

Well, due to circumstances beyond her control, Addy found herself riding through the rice fields of Mound Bayou,Mississippi.And as a plaque to the Black Struggle,their resides the first family in the country to receive their 40 acres and a mule,and yet another,and another.And the local Black Mississippians know this like ordering french fries from McDonalds, or getting okra at a Geechee fest.She sat dumbfounded,and was like I thought that was a Myth.The Raws is that family's name,they got their 40 acres and a mule,and so did their neighbors. And right around them sits their 40 acres.And they did get their mule.

Now,I am looking back at the Fall Festival and saying not only is Harris Neck coming back,but if they got their 40 acres,who else got their 40 acres, and when do we get our 40 acres.

The End

First African Baptist Church Harris Neck

Hinder Me Not oh world because I was so happy to see Reverend Timmons Jr,walk blindly by faith to the table and eat.That's how strong the Geechee Gullah eatings smell. And 3 times people had to tell me he was blind.I finally got it when a bee flew right into his fish and he kept eating.

And then my cousin next to me,whose nose was stuck down in the red beans and rice...and the white folks who just drove off the road and helped themselves to some food. You knew they hadn't seemed black people before,but they decided it was time for them to eat so they caught a little of the Gullah spirit so they can make their way over to the eating tent.

So word to the wise,next time you come,get everybody's name before the food starts.We all know Chester Dunham and McIntosh county,but I don't know the name of the soul eating the sloppings next to me. No wonder,the other church was called Hinder Me Not..because nothing hindered Reverend Timmons from his food. A Blind Man that walked and smelled by faith,so much for seeing eye dogs.

Black Smoked Fish

Now,I went to the Harris Neck Fall Festival,and the folks there were some kind of greedy.They ate all of the Black Smoked Fish at 10 morning. Now,isn't that something because the Festivities and the Cherokees didn't start til 10 morning either.

That just doesn't add up.So, which ever one of yal kin folk ran off with the Black Smoked Fish can you please post the recipe so us others can make some up the street.

I didn't travel all down those geechee roads for nuthing.

FAB Harris Neck Anniversary Festival

FAB Harris Neck Anniversary Festival

Fund-Raising Festival at First African Baptist Church of Harris Neck on Harris Neck Road in McIntosh County. From 10 AM to 4 PM on Saturday November 28. Delicious food. Entertainment. Activities for kids. To raise funds for the Harris Neck Movement.
Saturday, November 28th, 2009
10:00 AM - 04:00 PM

Location:
FAB Church of Harris Neck
Harris Neck Road
Townsend, GA

Contact:
Phone: 912-832-3931

F.A.B. Harris Neck 2009 Fall Festival November 28

It was midday...Addy..her Cherokee spirits and foremothers had traveled a few hours to get to the woods we call Harris Neck. And she says foremothers,because it is the only place where God's voice is a woman,the Cherokee nations speaks through a women,and the Afrikan mother is worshipped by all men on their feet.

As Addy pulled into the First African Baptist Church located on the Ancestor's land,she thought of only two things...the crocodile eyes in the pond and the Cherokee/Creek Indians on the stage. She had too forgotten that the Indian soul had been melted in the black ancestry that lines the Gullah culture.She was greeted by the spirits of the wood and remembered how to run through these woods and outrun the tally whacker,the deer, and the croc as she had when she was a child.It is the one thing that made the slave the slave to begin with. The Afrikan Slave was master over Mother Nature and the master couldn't conquer without the Afrikan Slave subduing the land.

Nature slaved to the Afrikan souls and that's why this land remains unconquered by the Whites until its returned by to its Afro-Indian hands.That's why we were all here to remember how we were booted off,and the Afrikan mama's that have held on after death to see it returned. A history never written but never forgotten.

She also thought about what fools her and her brother had been to run this marsh as young as if there were the only existents.

The best part is that Amelias hammock was still there, the Old Country Store was still cooking and like Ossabaw the long road to life was still intact. And even better,no names need to be remembered we recognized each other by spirit.

This is the only place where Addy will worship because as they say God is in the Water. The Water Spirit is in the water..it's that spirit that gets you cross the sound and calls out snake as you run through the water.This is Harris Neck...Where our people once sailed from to other ancestral grands.Yes, the storyteller said it right, the Water Spirit will call you to the water,to the edge of the water,and when you get in,only then do you get the Cool Water of The Holy Ghost.

Welcome to Harris Neck.

I hope to see ya here next here