Published: September 8th 2006September 3rd 2006
My younger brothers and I with Unlce Mark leaning on a Chevy Impala - 'Nuff said...
This is my first entry folks, so bear with me. It's Sunday morning, and I'm at my laptop setting to words one hell of an experience in North Preston, Nova Scotia. North Preston is an "all Black" community in Nova Scotia; an old friend from Brooklyn got married to a born-and-bred Nova Scotian yesterday. And what a wedding it was!
Gerald told me his wedding was in Nova Scotia, and that he was marrying a native - and I asked him, "There are Black people in Nova Scotia?" And congratulated him on the nuptials too. Turns out there are, and they are the descendants of African slaves escaped from the States. They stayed up North, and built something. Now, 70% of Blacks in Canada are of Caribbean decent, so there are cultural differences from these folks, but one essential thing is the same -the will to build against backbreaking odds.
The groom, Gerald, and the bride, Peaches, were surrounded by both his and her family - it was a love fest! Every-single one of her thousands of uncles and aunts were incredibly gracious hosts, and inaugurated us as family.
While we were taking the wedding photos one of
Peaches' Uncles love to "drive weddings". They each polish their very expensive cars and drive members of the wedding party to various locations.
The wedding party tours the neighborhod with horn honking and waves to the people lining the sidewalks.
Peaches' three thousand Uncles walked over to me and said, "Go back and tell them this is how we do in North Preston." Holla!
There are more photos below