Riding to Ohio for Thanksgiving. I have lots of family in the cities of Columbus, Dayton, and Cincinnati.
The 7 hour drive to reach Cincinnati, crossing the Mason-Dixon Line, transcending from south to north makes me wonder: how did we get here?
My father's mother was Ida Marie Hassler-Thomas. She had a brother (Samuel Franklin Hassler Jr.) move to Columbus and a sister (Mary Hassler-Reynolds) move to Dayton in the 1940's and 1950's.
Chasing the promise of better opportunity for African-Americans, they left their Murray County, GA roots.
Uncle Sam and Aunt Mary married and had children who had children and today, the family is still growing.
Going to see my extended family brings us here. We are a big, close-knit family.
As we ride on I-71 in the pitch black skies, I wonder what my ancestors' northern migration must have been like.
It was probably unpleasant, uncomfortable, and bittersweet. But they persevered. They trusted God all the way.
Through the generations, they passed down that unshakable faith in God to even my generation.
In all, I am thankful to know and love my Ohioan family. I am thankful to inherit a rich heritage of strength, faith in Christ, and love of family- no matter the cost.