• A year ago I adopted a dog from the Elmore County Animal Shelter. I had been perusing shelter websites, but wasn’t sure if I was ready to commit. Milo’s profile caught my attention. I thought, I’ll reach out and just see what happens. The next day I went to meet Milo. Again, just to see. As soon as I entered the enclosure, a giant scraggly ball of energy appeared out of thin air. He rushed me, nearly knocked me down. His big muddy paw print, quite literally, stamped my heart. I was committed. I thought I was rescuing him, but as it turned out, he rescued me. In honor of our first “Gotcha Day,” I’d like to share the story of Prince. Prince was a devoted  Saint Bernard who ushered his fifteen year old freedom seeking companion from slavery to freedom on the Underground Railroad.

    Prince was a  baby, a “great, clumsy looking puppy” when he first met Oneda. She herself was a young girl, just twelve years old. Prince and Oneda lived on a plantation adjacent to the Mobile River.  Upon meeting Prince, young Oneda concocted a plan. “ Now, I’ll pet this dog and make him love me, and some day, we will escape together,” she told herself. Over the next three years, Oneda, unbeknownst to her enslavers, cultivated a strong bond with the puppy. She played with him, fed him, and laid with him.  She encouraged other children on the plantation to tease Prince. She’d come to his “rescue,” winning favor in the dog’s eyes. Oneda taught herself how to read, discussed free states with the plantation mistresses, and learned geography by studying a map hanging on the wall.  At fifteen years old, she decided it was time.

    When Oneda struck out, Prince tried to nudge her back in the direction of the plantation.  Seeing that she refused to turn back, he followed her. Oneda and “her faithful escort” traveled from South Alabama, through Tennessee, Kentucky, and ultimately across the Ohio River. While starving in Kentucky, they stopped at a house in search of food.  A white woman offered to help, but then locked Oneda in a room and attempted to tie her up. The door slammed in Prince’s face.  He sprung into action. Hearing the commotion and the screams of Oneda, he tried to get in. Realizing that clawing at the door would not open it, Prince found another way. The fiercely loyal St. Bernard “came crashing through a window, breaking glass and a sash, and seized the woman by the throat.” Oneda commanded Price, “easy.” The woman was spared and the pair continued on, but were not out of danger. 

    The woman who they left tied in the room sent a slave catcher after Oneda. Her white brother placed an advertisement in the papers offering a $450 reward for her capture, and the “very large black dog.” When accosted by the slave catcher and his dog, Oneda warned Prince would kill him and his dog.  A standoff ensued.  Accepting that she was no match for the slave catcher’s gun, she negotiated the terms of her arrest. She would go on the condition that Prince was allowed to stay with her. The slave catcher agreed. Prince and Oneda were jailed together. Before the letter advising that Oneda and Prince were captured could be mailed, they escaped again. The duo eventually made it to Canada. After their Underground Railroad journey,  Oneda returned to the United States and attended college in Ohio.  Prince, the fiercely loyal companion, stayed in Canada where he was “domesticated” into a loving family.

    Sources:

    Sketches in the history of the underground railroad, comprising many thrilling incidents of the escape of fugitives from slavery, and the perils of those who aided them : Pettit, Eber M., 1800 or 1801- : Free Download, Borrow, and Streaming : Internet Archive

    Milo, also known as “Teddy,” 2025

  • I had been wrestling with the topic of my first blog post. What should it be about? Should it be about me? Which of the many pressing issues should I tackle first? Should it be lighthearted? Serious? Would anyone even read it?

    The Call.

    A woman who lived in Washington D.C. called about a historic black cemetery in North Carolina.  I could not, for the life of me, figure out how she got to me or why. I am in Alabama.  Then it dawned on me.  She was desperate.  She just started calling anyone who would listen and could potentially offer a suggestion. So I decided to make the post about her and the needs of independent preservationists and historians.

     I listened.  

    She told me who she was and how she became affiliated with the cemetery. She started a nonprofit twenty years ago to care for it and the enslaved people buried there. Years ago, she helped to have them identified. She said she is getting older.  Her friends, and partners in preservation, are passing on. 

    What I heard was, we need to step up. 

    History and historic preservation doesn’t just happen at the institutional level. There are many everyday people who see a need and step up to fill it.  We should support them. We cannot take for granted that these spaces will exist in perpetuity.  Who will care for them if not us? Many stewards of our history are older, less tech savvy, and really out there doing the work alone. They navigate their own personal issues and health challenges as they do so. Money is always needed. Regular people who are not well off are paying out of their own pockets to preserve our history. It costs money to keep the gravestones clear and the grass cut. 

    What can you do? 

    Anything, really.  Volunteer time.  Sit on a board. Donate skills. Tap into your network. Write a grant. Help identify funding sources. Build a website. Launch a Go Fund Me. Use your social media platform to raise awareness for their cause. Find a local historic site near you and ask what they need. If you feel compelled to help preserve history, there is ample opportunity to be engaged as little or as much that makes sense for you.  It doesn’t have to be a grand gesture to be an impactful gift. Please remember grants have been cut. Individuals and small organizations are struggling too.

    A link is below just FYI.  It is older, but that just goes to show how long this gracious woman has been doing this work. If you feel compelled and able, please support her or any other small historic site or organization. It is more urgent now than perhaps ever.

     Friends of Old Westview Cemetery in Wadesboro seeks government funds | Anson Record