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I Found My Black History In Grandma’s Hands

Family portraits hanging on the wall with dim lighting.
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Hands. Years ago, when my nearly 30-year-old daughter was closer to single-digit ages, I wanted to capture photographs of hands making and doing tasks. So I did. I created a sepia-toned set of photographs to display in my basement’s “play area.” My recently deceased grandmother’s hands lifting the lid on a pot of greens, my hands crafting a scrapbook, my daughter’s hands practicing for piano class—these…




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Melissa Edwards

Melissa Edwards

Educator. Mother. Memory keeper. Dog mom. Friend. @melissamedia #WEOC

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