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"Sitting in the Smithsonian's National Museum of African American History and Culture is a rough cotton bag, called "Ashley's Sack," embroidered with just a handful of words that evoke a sweeping family story of loss and of love passed down through generations. In 1850s South Carolina, just before nine-year-old Ashley was sold, her mother, Rose, gave her a sack filled with just a few things as a token of her love. Decades later, Ashley's granddaughter, Ruth, embroidered this history on the bag--including Rose's message that "It be filled with my Love always." Historian Tiya Miles carefully follows faint archival traces back to Charleston to find Rose in the kitchen where she may have packed the sack for Ashley. From Rose's last resourceful gift to her daughter, Miles then follows the paths their lives and the lives of so many like them took to write a unique, innovative history of the lived experience of slavery in the United States. The contents of the sack--a tattered dress, handfuls of pecans, a braid of hair, "my Love always"--speak volumes and open up a window on Rose and Ashley's world. As she follows Ashley's journey, Miles metaphorically "unpacks" the sack, deepening its emotional resonance and revealing the meanings and significance of everything it contained. These include the story of enslaved labor's role in the cotton trade and apparel crafts and the rougher cotton "negro cloth" that was left for enslaved people to wear; the role of the pecan in nutrition, survival, and southern culture; the significance of hair to Black women and of locks of hair in the nineteenth century; and an exploration of Black mothers' love and the place of emotion in history"--… (more)
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My great grandmother Rose
mother of Ashley gave her the sack when
she was sold at age 9 in South Carolina
it had a tattered dress 3 handfulls of
pecans a braid of Roses hair. Told her
It be filled with my Love always
she never saw her again
Ashley is my grandmother
Ruth Middleton
1920
In this book, Miles tries to uncover who these women were and their life story. Little is known or there to be discovered, as is not surprising, but she also explores each object include in the sack and why it might have been. She spends time delving into common life experiences of women who lived during the times mentioned. She also explores life for the unfree living in South Carolina.
This book pays homage to authors like [[Laurel Thatcher Ulrich]] whose work in [The Art of Homespun] takes a detailed look at women's lives through objects and craft, and to [[Robin Wall Kimmerer]]'s book [Braiding Sweetgrass] for exploring the Indigenous and Black American connection to each other and land. These are two books I loved and was happy to make a further connection to.
This is a fascinating book and I highly recommend. I'm taking one half star off because there were a few places that I felt the book was just a bit over-written and padded to make up for the lack of information available, but it is a tiny complaint and wasn't an over-arching problem.
mother of Ashley gave her this sack when
she was sold at age 9 in South Carolina
it held a tattered dress 3 handfulls of
pecans a braid of Roses hair. Told her
It be filled with my Love always
she never saw her again
Ashley is my grandmother
Ruth Middleton
1921
From these few lines
If I had it to do over, I would read “Little Sack of Something: An Essay on Process” first. If I had understood how and why the book came to be before I dug into it, I don’t think I would have been as disappointed at the outset when I realized that the book I was reading wasn’t the book I thought I was going to read. I was also annoyed by some repetition of ideas and expressions from chapter to chapter, until a friend pointed out that the book probably originated in chapters that were presented on different occasions. The footnotes indicated that my friend’s observation was correct.
I am drawn to biographies and books about historical events. While the author tells readers about Rose, Ashley, and Ruth, their stories are told in support of a broader and more abstract thesis. The research and use of source material is exemplary. Unusually for a trade publisher these days, this book includes numbered footnotes, and they take up roughly a quarter of the space. I do wish it also included a bibliography, which would have made it easier to add references to my reading wishlist.
This was a hard book to read as it had a lot of information that I was never taught in school. I learned a lot as to why fabric and clothing were important. I liked learning of how hair was used within the unfree black families as a connection to their ancestor and link to their descendants. The story/stories are not pretty, but they need to be told for those who were not part of that time to learn about it and to stop it from happening again. This story is to teach us about cultural differences and to respect them. This story is to teach us history that has not been cleaned up and sanitized to be palatable. While Rose and Ashley cannot be definitively identified, their story needs to be told so they are not forgotten.
After closing the cover, I will not forget Rose, Ashley, or the countless others who stories were similar.
Historian Tiya Miles conducted extensive research to learn more about these three women and the sack passed down through the generations. The historical record offered very little about Rose and Ashley, although Miles was able to connect a few dots in the public record and develop a credible hypothesis about where they were enslaved. Where specifics were lacking, she used writings by and about other women of that period to bring Rose and Ashley to life. These personal narratives, describing living conditions, sexual violence, separation of families, and the economics of slavery, were emotional and compelling.
Miles also seeks meaning in the sack, the objects it contained, and Ruth’s embroidery. Unfortunately, this is all based on supposition. Did Rose have advance warning of her separation from Ashley, allowing her to thoughtfully pack a bag? Did Ruth design her embroidery, specifically choosing lettering and thread colors for impact? Or did both women simply use whatever was closest at hand? Miles gets carried away, turning every act into a pivotal moment in history, and loses credibility in the process. Despite this rather significant flaw, this was an interesting portrayal of the lives of women during eras of enslavement and early freedom in the United States.
“ My great grandmother Rose
mother of Ashley gave her this sack when
she was sold at age 9 in South Carolina
it held a tattered dress 3
pecans a braid of Roses hair. Told her
It be filled with my Love always
she never saw her again
Ashley is my grandmother
— Ruth Middleton, 1921”
Based on the last name embroidered on the bag, the finder donates it to the prestigious Middleton Place Foundation in Charleston, SC, a museum of an antebellum plantation.
Eventually it comes to the attention of historian Tiya Miles. She uses the very sketchy slave records of Middleton Plantation to try to trace Rose and her daughter Ashley (an unusual name for an ‘unfree’ person as Miles calls the enslaved). Although these names do not occur in the Middleton records, she does find them among the records of a nearby slave holder.
There are not many facts to be found. The genealogical line of the woman who did the embroidery died out two generations later without heirs. The contents of the sack are gone; it is empty.
And so Tiya details what she can find, speculates on events, and fills the book with details such as what this bag may have originally held, the only types of cloth unfree people were allowed to use for clothes, the meaning of wild pecan trees to Native people in the area, and the use of hair strands twisted into various ornaments for remembrance. Because of the paucity of facts available, at times she seems to be stretching points as she gives symbols to the colors of the embroidery Ruth Middleton used.
And yet, this empty sack and the story of the frightened nine-year-old girl sold away from her grieving mother never to see each other again, thoroughly captured my imagination. The sack is now on loan to the Smithsonian's National Museum of African American History – one of very few documented possessions of the unfree who, generally, weren’t allowed possessions. It’s a story that documents a moment in time but is witness to people untraceable earlier than this event and unknowable regarding the lives of both giver and receiver. It is totally searing and illuminates the atrocity of slavery.