As a young child in the 1960s, my maternal grandfather took me for a ride in the country nearly every Sunday afternoon after church. We would drive about ten miles northwest of Springfield, Tennessee, and would pass by an impressive mansion, which sat some distance off the road. My grandfather would say, âThatâs Washington, where your people came from on your grandmotherâs side.â
I discovered the story of my ancestors by accident while flipping through the pages of my seventh-grade social studies book, Your Tennessee. At the beginning of the chapter âBlack Tennesseans,â I spotted a photograph of four African Americans. In the 1970s little was taught in public schools about black history other than the Civil War period, so the picture really intrigued me. I kept being drawn to this photograph and examined it carefully. The people were dressed well and looked dignified. I knew from their clothing that the photo was nearly one hundred years old. Each time I went to class, I would turn to the photo because the couple seated reminded me of some of my family membersâthe woman and my maternal grandmother especially.
My grandmother Sallie Washington Nicholson moved to Indianapolis in 1941 and from there to Chicago. Each year she would come home to visit. On her visit, in 1976, when I was thirteen years old, she spent the weekend with her brother and sister-in-law Bob and Maggie Washington in Cedar Hill. She called my mother and told her to have me bring a camera when we came to pick her up because she had something she wanted me to photograph. When my mother and I arrived, my grandmother showed us an article from the Robertson County Times, published in Springfield. I immediately realized that this was the same photograph I had seen in my school textbook. The caption under the photograph listed the names of the former slaves, the owner, and the name of the plantation: Wessyngton. The caption read: âAnother of the pictures from Wessyngton. Seated left: Emanuel Washington, Uncle Man the cook, seated right: Hettie Washington, Aunt Henny the head laundress (Uncle Manâs wife), standing left: Allen Washington, the head dairyman, standing right: Granville Washington (George A. Washingtonâs valet or body servant). Taken at Wessyngton [1891].â
I remember to this day what happened next:
âWho are these people, Big Mama?â I asked.
âThatâs my grandfather and grandmother,â she said, pointing to the seated couple. âMy grandfather was the cook at Washington.â I knew that she was really talking about Wessyngton because most black people in the area refer to the plantation as Washington. âAnd that is where we got the Washington name.â
Although I had seen the photograph in the textbook many times, it assumed a different meaning once I knew that those people were my ancestors. I was in shock. I could hardly wait to get back to school and tell my classmates that my ancestors were in our history book. I looked at each person in the photograph carefully. I looked at Emanuel, Henny, Allen, and then Granville. Pointing to Granville, I asked, âWho is this white man? Was he the slave owner?â My grandmother and uncle replied at the same time, âHeâs not white, he is related to us too! Granville was our cousin. Papa used to talk about him all the time. He said George Washington who owned the Washington farm was his father by a slave girl. Granvilleâs mother was kin to Papa on his motherâs side of the family.â
Sallie Washington Nicholson, My Grandmother, 1909â1995
Sallie Washington Nicholson (1909â1995).
Bob Washington, My Great-uncle, 1897â1977
Bob Washington (1897â1977) and Maggie Polk Washington (1904â2003), on their fiftieth anniversary.
I questioned them all I could about the people in the photograph that night. My mother finally interrupted and told them I would keep asking questions as long as they would answer them and that I should be a lawyer. This ended my first of many interviews. I had heard bits and pieces about our family growing up as I always hung around older relatives. I suppose the old adage that a picture is worth a thousand words is really true. Now I was determined to get every shred of information I could to find out more about our distant past.