Where the ancestors roamed
I was born to find and acknowledge my ancestors. I have been intrigued by my ancestors since I was about twelve years old. I still remember my first sentence that started my journey into family history. I remember calling my grandmother just to ask her what her grandmothers name was. Her name was Kizzie Epperson-Sproles and I am so glad I asked her that question. I was able to honor her by naming one of my own daughters with a similar name. When I was eighteen, I was able to see my dad’s favorite person in this whole world. His grandmother was Houma, and this is where my Houma tribal citizenship came from. She only spoke French so my dad had to translate any communication, and my dad warned me before hand that she may not remember me. My connection to her is our birthdays are one day apart, and I’ll always treasure that.