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Our family story begins in Tangipahoa Louisiana where my grandmother was raised her story is Mixed…. A part of her life’s journey comes from information passed down to our family Through family and stories told. Some said she was actually an Indian child that was given to the Tate family to care for. My grandmother’s father was said to have been an Indian man that would do odd jobs around the Tate home for Food , One day he asked the Tates to care for his  6  year old daughter, He said that he was returning to Oklahoma territory to find the rest of the family and that he would return soon. It is said that her and her father were living in an old abandoned Indian site down by the Tangipahoa River, Outside of Fort Moore , located in Tangipahoa Louisiana. Her father never returned. This is how she was raised by the Tate family. 

Many years later I took my grandmother to visit a cousin in New Orleans who lived across the street from a Catholic school in the gardenDistrict. she pointed out the school as the school she went to for two years. In Later years a friend and I were passing the school and she told me that it was a Catholic repatriation school for Indian kids And that only Indian kids were allowed to attend that school.
as a result I began my search to find out who my grandmother‘s ancestors actually were. my grandmother told me herself that she lived at one time on an Indian reservation until she was six years old. Of course I did not understand what she meant by that statement. 

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Now my grandfather the Caples family where descendants of a slave mother and a white slave owner name Caples. This plantations was located in Doddsville , Mississippi 

This plantation was eventually purchase by Senator James Eastland. My grandfather in the 1940s Defending his property from a member of the KKK was shot. He intended To kill him but too many African-American neighbors had begun to gather around . they told him that they would be back. A neighbor overheard them organizing to retur n, And he encouraged my grandfather leave hiding in the trunk of his car. He took him to Jackson Mississippi. Where the only black doctor in the area was located.   Later that night the KKK came back in numbers and kicked my grandparents front door in …looking for my grandfather. 
My grandfather returns six months later in the middle of the night to moved the family to Chicago Illinois. 

My grandmother’s favorite saying was “never start a fight but never lose one either “

this is where my love of cooking comes in 👀 I would spending the summer months with my grandparents in Chicago and every summer I would enjoy sitting in the kitchen watching my grandmother “biggie “  put together amazing meals ….relating our family history.Gumbo’s, jambalaya, dirty rice, catfish, okra, grits with pork chops…The flavors never seem to end. I have put together some dishes to help you enjoy the flavors & kitchen conversation that helped to feed my soul …
I hope you enjoy them as I have. 

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