She only has a few pictures, none of which have her in them, but some that she took during the day. Below the pictures is her brief account. I emailed her yesterday and I said, "Would you jot down a paragraph of how you got there and stuff?" She replied and I just cut and pasted what she wrote, it's her quick account of her memory of the day. What an amazing experience.
I was 19 and working at the Harvard Law Library that summer down in the depths renumbering books. The fellow I was working with, Eddie, agreed with me that we should go. We joined the group from Boston going down, I don't remember where, got on a Greyhound and it took about 10 hrs., all night, to get to Baltimore. We got off the bus and they had something for us to eat, got back on the bus and drove into DC. As I recall, there were many buses in our caravan but once we got to DC I remember being overwhelmed by the miles of buses coming in and parking.
I remember long lines of tables with cheese sandwiches that we could eat. Eddie and I walked along the Reflecting Pool, people were gathering, but we decided to find some shade so walked back to the Washington Monument and sat on the hillside in the monument's shade. There were loud speakers set up around the whole area so we could hear all the speeches. We were really too far away from the Lincoln Memorial to pick out individuals.
I do remember MLK giving the speech and being interested in his cadence, seeing so many black people (having lived in a town with only two black families) and wondering where everyone was from. It was said that people came from all over the country and it was the largest group of people ever to congregate in one place in the U.S., 250,000 people.
After the speeches we got back on the bus and rode back to Boston.
I wonder sometimes what great event I can tell my own children about when they are older. Unless they want to hear about the time I went to the American Idol finale and saw Fantasia win or the time we heard Bill Cosby speak at daddy's college graduation but somehow I doubt that will ever compare to Nana's story of being at the March on Washington.
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