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The Book of Me, Written By You

The Book of Me, Written By You.


Posted by on February 10, 2015 in Downes




5th Edition of the Carnival of African American Genealogy (CoAGG): Rebirth: It’s Time for Revival !!!!

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My Grandmother’s Living Legacy

Mildred Schexnayder Muggah

My grandmother Mildred was a faithful member of the Allen Temple Baptist Church in Oakland California, but I was a baby when she passed away and my mother was practically a child herself when my grandmother had passed. So I did not hear the family stories of the baptismal or the homecomings. I did not see any pictures of Easter Sunday bests. Grandmother’s children attended Sunday school and they learn the Beatitudes and they attended the summer camps. They had to recite scriptures on “Watch Night” programs. They said their prayers before bed. But I sensed my grandmother was very spiritual inwardly, because I believe that she had passed it down to my mother. Meaning my mother did not preach the bible, but she made it alive through daily living. One example was when my mother was fixing breakfast and asked my brother Oliver and I, what did we want to eat for breakfast. I had wanted pancakes and he wanted waffles. Our mother was only going to make one choice, so we had to decide which one. I demanded pancakes and Oliver demanded waffles, it appeared that there was no compromising. My mother said “I guess I am not making either one”  I told my mother that she can make the waffles. My mother chose to make my choice the pancakes and then she explain why she had made that decision by telling us the story of the “Judgment of King Solomon”, where King Solomon ruled between two women who both claimed to be the mother of this one particular baby. That breakfast moment with my mother had birthed my spirituality quest. Pancakes was by no means a comparison to a baby, but I felt the love and compassion my mother was teaching in that story. My quest to learn about the love of God had begun. My mother did not realize she had birthed to me what her mother birthed to her. As I hope to have birthed to my sons. We did not passed on “Religion”, but the love of God. It will be our personal choice how we follow that path. My grandmother’s spirituality has rebirth in her daughter and her granddaughter.

 My first gospel song my mother taught my brother Oliver and I.


See the little baby, amen. Lyin’ in a manger, amen. On Christmas morning,                                Amen, amen,  amen

See him in the temple, amen. Talking with the elders, amen. Who marveled at his wisdom   Amen, amen, amen

See him by the seaside, amen.  Talking with the fishermen, amen. Makin’ ’em disciples,       Amen, amen, amen

Marchin’ to Jerusalem, amen. Wavin’ palm branches, amen. In pomp and splendor                Amen, amen, amen

See him in the garden, amen. Talkin’ with the father, amen. In deepest sorrow                         Amen, amen, amen

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Posted by on November 19, 2013 in CoAAG, Muggah, Schexnayder


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Making a way out of Louisiana- Muggah



Case Study:  How did Milton and Julia (Schexnayder)  Muggah participated in the Great Migration?

Muggah 1920 census

1920 United States Federal Census had Milton Muggah (59 years old) living with his wife Julia (45 years old) and daughter Mildred (12 years old). They were residing in Patterson, St. Mary Parish, Louisiana. His occupation was a laborer at the saw mill.

During the four decades following 1870, labor recruiters and promoters blanketed the south with literature enticing blacks to “Go West!”

“Black mill workers from the old South were a principal labor force in the wood products industry in at least three California counties between 1920 and 1960. Experienced Black mill workers recruited directly from the South are known to have migrated to lumber towns in Plumas and Siskiyou counties in the 1920s. Weed and Foresthill are two lumber towns that serve as examples of Afro-Americans’ critical participation in the industry. McCloud and a number of other towns share a similar history. Black settlements were established in Quincy and Weed during the 1920s by Louisiana-based sawmill companies that purchased existing California mills and recruited experienced workers from communities adjacent to the parent company’s home operation. Transportation costs were advanced, and housing was guaranteed for those willing to relocate. In the 1920s, when Southern Black mill workers entered the California lumber industry’s labor force, racial discrimination was flagrant throughout the industry.”                         

    Family oral history states that Milton Muggah migrated to McCloud California. I have not found any documentation as of yet to proved this location.  I believed that the family must have traveled by train to California. But when and where they step on California soil, is still a mystery!

I did find Milton Muggah in California, a registered voter in Kings County California, August 26 1924 primary elections. Address:220 S. Douty, Hanover, Ca. Party affiliation: Republican Occupation: Whitewasher

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 Milton Muggah’s death certificate index states that he died 26 Nov 1926. He died in Patterson Louisiana. Milton returned to Louisiana without his wife Julia and daughter Mildred. It was not a good parting of ways, if the death certificate was not found, the running story was that Julia had dumped Milton’s body somewhere in California.

In the Oakland, California, City Directory, 1926 listed Mildred Muggah as a factory worker living at 1167 8th.

Mildred city directory

In the Oakland, California, City Directory, 1928 listed Julia Muggah as a clerk living at 952 Chestnut St. Her daughter Mildred Muggah was also clerk and living at the same address.

Julia city directory

In the 1930 Federal Census Julia Muggah was living by herself in Oakland, Alameda, California. Widow Occupation: Canner at the Cannery.

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Posted by on November 17, 2013 in Muggah, Schexnayder


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“Slavery is not a shame on me, my ancestors were some of the most creative and enduring people.”

“Slavery is not a shame on me, my ancestors were some of the most creative and enduring people.” a quote from “Many Rivers to Cross” PBS special.

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I look at this picture and think that Louisiana wanted everybody to believed that Vilmont was not human, born as property. He was not a Mandingo in statue, since he was not of breeded stock. His White father did not claim him like the free people of color was accustomed to.  He was a slave on a Perique tobacco plantation and a sugar plantation He worked hard from sun up to sun down. When he was 23 years old he was valued at one thousand dollars…He was not the top dollar item…Did he work in the house?…I don’t know…but I do know the house Negro worked as hard..don’t believe the myth that the house Negro had it made. They did not stay in the house in comfort. But I don’t know if he was a house Negro or field Negro, but I do know that he was given a slave quarter after the war, was it the same one he had lived in before the war?.. I don’t know…but his ex-master allowed him to live in an ex slave quarter and share crop on the property.

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Vilmont is the six name down. Vilmont was a named property in the settlement of the estate of George Roussel on January 28th 1859. He was passed down to his son Louis Amedee Roussel.


Vilmont ran off Louis Roussel’s plantation and joined the United States Colored Troop. He did return after the war to Louis Roussel’s plantation.

81st Regiment,

United States Colored Infantry



RANK OUT:Private

FILM NUMBER:M589 roll 77 NOTES: REFERENCE CARD. Original filed under Belmont/Seching Belomont Sechnight.

When the enlistment officer asked for Vilmont Schexnayder’s name, this is what he heard coming out of Vilmont’s mouth, “Belmont Sechnight”  Vilmont said that during roll call, he answered to that name, since no one else was stepping up to the name, he said “It must be me.”


Vilmont was honored with the other African-American Civil War soldiers. His name is on a plaque at the African-American Civil War Memorial, at the corner of Vermont Avenue, 10th St, and U Street NW in Washington, D.C.

I am not ashamed of this man nor any other ancestors who were bought and sold as properties. I give them all the reverence, starting with the ancestors on that Trans-Atlantic boat to the ones that finally heard that “We are Free”.


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