If you’ve ever scrolled through my posts you will know that I am getting married in 200 days now. Wow. 200.
The time went by quickly. We have been engaged since Easter of 2016. Not exactly planning to have such a longer engagement but I was pregnant and wanted a little more
twerk bounce back time. Fast forward two years later and I am here posting about my wedding. I will post weekly on our progress if you would like to join me on my journey. I would love ideas from other creatives as well.
I went to many venues and eventually decided on a venue in Thomasville, Ga, where my fiance is from. Pebble. Hill. Plantation.
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Never in a million years would I, a proud, woke, black Southern woman, have thought to step foot on a plantation let alone get married on one. But, in order to know or understand something or someone you have to have contact and be comfortable with being uncomfortable.
I know that feeling, uncomfortable.
God was about to change me.
My fiance has a huge family and some of them work on a plantation. This is where my ignorance kicked in and I immediately thought of old slave movies that I have watched and learned through. I wasn’t being facetious or judgmental, this city girl just did not know. We do not have plantations is Atlanta. You see it’s kind of you can go outside of Georgia, but not outside of Atlanta, remember, it is still Georgia. I was thinking who and why would anyone want or still work on a plantation in 2017 and what exactly do they do. I was educated quickly and enlightened as well. Why not? As my father put it, it is no different than 5 star hotels or businesses that have deep rooted history and have profited from slavery. Plantations now have been turned into museums and still require upkeep just like a hotel or country club would.
I had to do my research myself on what plantations were and how they came to be. I came to learn that plantations have been around long before Europeans settled in America before becoming a staple in American history as property that kept and owned slaves. Many were concentrated in the South and the house is considered a plantation if it has so many acres, certain types of crops and least 6 slaves. Slaves were more expensive than land and not everyone could afford many. I always assumed that every home and most, if not all, white people in the South owned a plantation and owned slaves. But this was not true, majority of white farmers in the South were poor as well and only a handful (the 1%) were lucrative plantation owners with hundreds of slaves.
In order to consider Pebble Hill, I would have to research the history and visit the place. I needed to feel the energy from it. I work like that. After much googling and research I was somewhat at ease with the history that I read. I will let you do the googling but Pebble Hill had at most 68 slaves and these particular slave owners that owned Pebble Hill were fair to their slaves, if there is a word that can juxtapose the two, and in fact befriended some to the extent that at the death of the slave owners, land was left to some of them.
There was so much suffering, bondage and pain I would believe it has tainted the land of plantations. But if I may, what about the love that was created between the slaves although they were not allowed, legally, to marry at all. With all of the laws that forbid them to be free, read and love, our ancestors still managed to acquire them knowing the consequences of such. Of these three is a commonality that once you have it, it can never be taken back. The love was the strongest because it was basically the backbone of the family. It strengthened them to fight and continue, no matter what, they could always love.
To me, this is the purest love because they had nothing, absolutely nothing but. We even created secret ceremonies to officiate such as the infamous “jumping of the broom” in the black community to celebrate with African traditions. I read up on this tradition as well, I never had a reason to before, I just went with the knowledge of hearsay. This venue has inspired me even more to have an African inspired wedding along with the traditional Western wedding to celebrate our culture. I tell people all the time.
I am African and American.
If the soil is tainted with any suffrage then think of the love that has stained the soil as well. We choose to take back that power and turn the pain into a celebration of unity and love at its purest, the beginning. Plus this will be the ultimate Black Girl Magic ever at Pebble Hill Plantation.
So the plantation it is. When you know, you just know. And the grounds are immaculate, exactly us. So, I write this to say its okay to think outside of the box if you’re planning your wedding. Tradition goes out of the door because most of us live unconventionally.
fuck the rest.
*the opinions expressed on LCC are just that, MY two cents
*the opinions expressed on LCC are just that, MY two cents!!