Over the past few years I’ve dreamed of visiting the Whitney Plantation Museum in Wallace, Louisiana. It was one of my top 10 items on my Bucket List.
If I am to be honest, I’m not quite sure why I was drawn to this one. The truth of the matter is, nothing on-line really gave me a clear idea of what I should expect when I arrive there.
I would search all over the internet in hopes of being able to wrap my brain around all that I would see and experience once I arrived there. Time and time again, I ‘d be left with more questions. I just couldn’t find a comprehensive story or guide that gave me what I wanted.
I thought to myself that I’d finally do this place justice and be the one blogger that made it all make sense. Little did I know that once you get there, there is something sacred about the space. Something about the experience that causes you to want to allow others to experience it for themselves without too many spoilers.
One reason I wanted to go for sure, is that I’d heard that the stories were told from the point of view of slave children. I found this intriguing along with the fact that the owner who made this place a Museum didn’t originally purchase it with this in mind.
There seemed to be something authentic and pure about Whitney Plantation. This would be my first trip to a Plantation and for some reason, I just knew that this would be the one.
I won’t say much more about this very surreal place. I just wanted to add to all of the other accounts and vouch that this place is a must see and a must do.
“We had lots of barrels of Louisiana molasses. We could eat all we wanted. Then the barrels was empty, we children was let scrape them. I used to get inside the barrel and scrape and scrape until there wasn’t any sweetness left.” Fanny Johnson Louisiana Slave I’m not quite sure what Fanny’s deal was, but after spending some time at @Whitneyplantation and reading some of the quotes that had been retrieved from actual slaves, I noticed that Fanny always came across somewhat optimistic. She seemed to be a glass half full kind of girl. I resonated with her. I feel you Fanny, If you find your way into the barrel, you may as well get every last drop!
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