There comes a point I feel in everyone’s life when the words, I remember when, become more common than not as a phrase most used.
Today, Martin Luther King Jr. day, I seem to be using them a lot.
I was young, 7 years old at the time. The day Martin Luther King and thousands of others walked /marched on Washington DC.
The day of a memorable speech. What has come to be known as the “I Have A Dream” speech. To this day those words still ring in my ears. Though until recently all but forgotten.
I was at home for lunch with my Mom. Something that in those days was a daily activity. It would also become the basis of a lot of memory points for me.
Running home to sit with my mom while she watched the daytime soaps and while I ate my lunch before running back to a day of learning and playing.
I didn’t know it then, it was years before it finally came to the forefront. You see, I was the child of a mixed marriage. My father , “a man of color” and my white mother. Frankly I never knew any different. I never saw a difference. My Dad was my Dad.
That afternoon there was a break in the daytime soaps and Martin Luther Kings’ famous moment in time was being shown. I sat, mesmerized at the words and the way this person was speaking. It was probably at this point in time that the first sparks were ignited for me.
The spark that turned into a flame.
I’m sitting again today, watching that very same speech. Thinking of my Mother and Father, mourning a loss, reliving a moment in time that forever changed the lives of thousands of people and being reminded that I too have a dream.
So do you have a dream? Are you moving towards it, or away from it as I did? Where were you, if you were around, when the speech was made? What do you remember?