African American Heritage

The very first part of my heritage starts with my great,great,great grandmother by the name of Rosa Paterson. My Grandmother was born 1911 in Miami, Florida she was a full Native American. Her hair was long, black, thick and luscious, her eyes were green, she had the tiniest waist and the longest legs. My grandmother’s mother ran away from home with my grandmother to live a better life for her kids. Her mother's home town was very poor and she worried about feeding her children each night and how they would be able to learn and go to school. So My great Grandmother began saving all of her money to move to the city to have a better life for her and her children. Years later After my grandmother Rose hit her mid twenties, she moved to Ohio and found her true love his name was Richard Patterson. Richard Patterson was her first love and he was also Native American.They settled down in Northern east Ohio And had about …show more content…
I am a proud African American today. My skin Is a little lighter than hers was because of the mixture of races I am. But I do go by Just black, African American because my mother and father are both African American. I also thank my grandmother for all the thick black long hair that she gave to me. I could’ve gotten green eyes, but that was ok, I ended up with brown. My heritage meant a lot to me and I inherited a lot from the past seventeen years that I’ve discovered. I learned and heard, that people say I talk just like my grandmother and that it crept the people in my family out that I did indeed talk like her. I found out that we didn’t like some foods and that we shared the same quality of living, in a similar way. She was an OCD, neat freak just as I was and I was happy to know that because me and my grandmother would’ve gotten along very well. I’m also happy that my grandmother’s mother took her hard earned money and made her a better