This is my great-great-great grandmother Harriet Harshaw Dula. She was born a slave and given as a wedding gift to her new master. When his wife died, she had 10 children with him. He was unlike most of his time. He raised them well along with his other children and made sure my grand and their offsprings were well taken care of with money and land. Personally I think she looks more like the Native Americans of that time period. I guess she could have had some mixture. Regardless of it all, I think she is beautiful and love that I am from her line.
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