I'd order my usual: chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes with gravy, smothered green beans and Big Red, a syrupy-sweet soda water worshipped in the Lone Star State.
My grandfathers, both of whom I lovingly called Big Daddy, introduced me to the history that started in the state where our roots run deep.
Long before Texas became the first state to recognize June 19 as a holiday in 1980, my mama would recall how her father used to take her to Juneteenth parades filled with Black cowboys riding horseback along Horne Street in Como.
After his death, my dad's father stepped up his grandfather duties and taught us what it meant to honor Emancipation Day.
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