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Where It All Began


Where It All Began
Where It All Began

Where it all Began is a continuation of the story Summers to Remember. Brown-Avery takes her readers through history beginning with her great great grandfather, Charlie Jurallus Applewhite White, the beginning legacy of the White family. Her great great grandmother, Mary Kearney was the property owner of the White family farm, where Brown-Avery and her sisters resided those summers long ago. As her story unfolds, Brown-Avery, a native of Wilmington, North Carolina, depicts a time when racial prejudice and segregation of public schools were enforced during the early 1960s. Brown-Avery and her sisters attended segregated schools until the untimely death of one of the most historical figures in the world, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

Avery’s parents resided in the ghetto in Wilmington, yet her parents were an upper middle class family. Avery’s mother, Anita White Brown, was a schoolteacher with the New Hanover County School System, while her stepfather, Harold Dennis Brown, was a fireman on the Wilmington Fire Department. Avery discusses what it was like to live through one of the most devastating nights in American History, the riot of the Wilmington Ten versus the white supremacist. Avery gives a vivid account of this night, as well as her first encounters with integration into an all white school. The book features more accounts of Annie the mule along with the fun the sisters had during those early years. Avery takes her readers on a journey in time to where it all began, and how these adventures has made her and the sisters, strong African-American women today.

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My Louisburg College Days

Cheryl_Brown_AveryOne of the best times of my life was spent attending Louisburg College in Louisburg, North Carolina. Although this college was small in size and number, I gained knowledge from my professors that have enabled me to be the person I am today.

I loved attending a smaller college. The faculty and staff get to know you one on one. At larger universities, you’re only seen as a number. I've always been able to relate to a smaller school's faculty because they made me feel like I mattered. That’s how it was for me at Louisburg College.

When I first began, I’ll admit being a little afraid, probably because of my age. I assumed the students wouldn’t be

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My Town - Louisburg, North Carolina


My Town resembles Mayberry, North Carolina.

It’s a little touch of Aunt Bea with a large dose of Barney Fife,

and a taste of Andy Griffith.

It’s small in size but large in pride.

It’s the only town I feel safe.

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