sonya mccllough lockridge

Freedom always finds me. It for some reason I become detached from freedom, freedom always finds me. As I write this Finding Freedom thing my heart and soul joyfully continues to remind me of the countless number of times I have found freedom. So, today, I'm thinking of yet another point in time when freedom met me on a super warm day in my favorite place to be which is Tennessee. The year was 1971, I was eight years old. I was eight years old, when my Daddy's rambler, pulled up to the curb of the house on the ground, which ain't no thing but fair. I remember sitting still in my back seat position, waiting for the moment I could take my shoes off. As soon as the black on red rambler pulled to the curb, I silently bent over from my back seat position and I pulled them both off at once! Then, when it was time, I too tumbled quickly and quietly from my back seat position of the black on red rambler, to the street of the ground which ain't no thing but fair. My skinny, long...

The very first time I tasted freedom I was but a wee child. The very first time I touched freedom, I must have been around four years old. The very first time I stood super still and shook freedom's holy hand is a memory seared in the depths of my soul. In order for me to meet freedom the very first time I had to board a very large boat. This first freedom travel did not find me lonely. This very first freedom travel was a family affair. You see, it was all six of us. There was Daddy and Momma and my three older siblings, in a car on a boat. One day we were living in a metal box and the very next day a countryside english chalet would be our home. But first we were required to sit in the car on a boat. I was but a wee child, sitting like a little prisoner in car on a boat. This boat is actually an unknown Ferry To Freedom. Likely, my Dad and Mom were highly informed of our destination but I was not. For what seamed like an extended eternity the six of us, were all stuck sitting in ...

I once found my FREEDOM during the years Jimmy Carter was President of these here UNITED STATES OF AMERICA! I don't know the exact point in time, but it's of no coincidence the dates are basically the same as the PEANUT FARMER'S presidential term: January 20, 1977 – January 20, 1981. You see, Jimmy Carter is and was more than a mere politician. Back in the day before we graduated from Franklin High School, James Earl Carter Jr was a PEANUT FARMER who became the President of these here United States of America. This, my friend is not where my FINDING FREEDOM story begins, but this is the place and time where the ground became no thing but fair ground for the all of me and we. I had to be almost fourteen years of age, when the Peanut Farmer stood swearing his natural life away, on a political platform in front of a podium, placed in traditional view of we the people. I had to be already fourteen years of age when I asked my Grand Daddy if I could plant peanuts in the Fam...