I remember as a young girl going to my grandmother's home town with her every other summer. We would get up early in the morning, and my grandmother would have food packed in a basket and sodas in an ice chest. We would tell my grandfather, parents, and siblings goodbye. Although the ride was long, my grandmother would talk about the adventure we were about to take. My cousin Angela and I couldn’t wait to leave Los Angeles, California and head to Montgomery, Alabama. I loved going to the south to visit my family especially my cousins. Half way between our destination, we would spend a couple of days at my great-aunt's home in Houston to rest and replenish our treat chest as my grandmother would call it. When we arrived at my aunt’s home
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I heard my Aunt Georgia talking about the money she had contributed to the church during the time of the Montgomery Bus Boycott. Tiny, as everyone called my aunt, did many odd jobs to earn this money. While aware that she worked as a midwife, I never knew her to do anything but that. When delivering babies were few, she took a job working as a cook at a restaurant. Unfortunately, she was fired because of her participation in the boycott. I also learned that her nickname of “Tiny” was given to her by Reverend Martin L. King Jr. No one knew why because she was very boisterous and overweight, but the name stuck. Dr. King suggested she open her own business out of her home, which she did. Her in-home restaurant was very successful; even Robert Kennedy enjoyed meals there.
My Uncle Richard also played an important role during this time. He was a Captain with the 99th Squadron of the Tuskegee Airman during World War II. Uncle Richard would work as a dispatcher assigning cars to locations during the boycott while filling prescriptions. Uncle Richard lived in the middle of the neighborhood and would open his home to Freedom Riders. It was during this trip I would realize the significance of the neighborhood. My Aunt Ethel lived across the street from the Ben Moore Hotel, which was home to Robert Kennedy, when he would visit the area, and Dr. Martin L. King lived on the corner of the street. I remember Aunt Ethel recounting how her home shook