My grandmother Virgia B. Lucas was a very religious woman. She read her bible day and night. I myself beleive in god because of my grandma and her teachings. She'd chaperoned all of her grand kids (20 or more ) as well as most of the kids from #cabrinigreen to church with her every sunday. Every sunday. Reading #trevornoah's book #BornaCrime while in #jail i completely related to him , how he was made to go to church every sunday, Bible study on wednesdays etc etc. It was torture. Probably why i dont go to church now. We made it fun though. when possible.
My grandmother helped raise half of the kids from the #WILDEND section of Cabrini Green. Literally. My grandma changed the diapers of future killers, dealers , leaders, rapist and famous street legends.. Me and my family were somehow related to a ton of people from the cabrini green projects , which also made life easy in such a hostile environment.
Mrs. Lucas had a few other uncommon attributes. One being my grandma had #Chickens and #roosters housed with us in the projects . Shed brought her animals with her when my family came up to chicago back in the early 50's from hazelhurst and jackson Mississippi during the #GreatMigration when #BlackFolks moved up from the southern #racist states in search of a better life. Yes #hens in the projects.. They screamed every morning like an alarm clock or like they show you in the movies. Their names were Tammy & Teresa. They'd peck you too. They were #AngryBirds and would out of no where charge at you and peck you. lol.
My grandma also kept and maintained a whole Garden in the back yard of 929 N hudson of the projects. Her kids ( 9 ) my mom included took turns managing and harvesting mostly vegetables and greens that we'd cook and eat. As we got older our fsmily became known for all these things mentioned. These things have even saved my life on at least 1 occasion . Me being somewhat Kin - folks to guys i ran into later in life who chose other sides in the cabrini green wars. Those people that became family during those younger years remembered my grandmother by way of church or being baby sat by my grandmother always treated me as such and i them. i love that.
Cancer took my grandma from us maybe 15 years ago. At a fraction of her usual size i watched my grandmother die a long painful death. I from time to time would wonder how a woman who devoted herself totally to god ,be punished in the end in such a way. Dieing in pain is harsh. As i got older i rationalized that god allowed that ending for my grandma only to wake my family up in some way because we had drifted so far from him and our roots by that time. #Godisgood #ATT
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