My Priceless Gullah Heritage

It thrilled me to learn that Sunn m’Cheaux, an instructor of the African Language at Harvard University, is teaching the origin of his native tongue, Gullah. Since I was reared on Johns Island, South Carolina with the Gullah-speaking community, bringing this dying language back to life is truly a gift. I had the privilege of working with wonderful “Gullah speaking” folks who helped my father on our low country tomato farm. This poetic language is awesome, but it is the beautiful hearts of my “family” that pull me back like a high tide on a full moon.

According to Sunn m’Cheaux, in an interview with the Harvard Gazette, “The Gullah language is a creole, the result of taking multiple existing languages and mashing them all up into one.” “Mix in some other elements indigenous to the Sea Islands and surrounding areas,” he said, “and you have a whole new language. That in a nutshell is Gullah.”

I remember standing in Stuhr’s Funeral Home greeting friends when my father suddenly passed away. The shock of losing my daddy was numbing, but the outpouring of love shared by so many who worked beside my father practically made my knees buckle. Heartfelt stories were woven with both love and laughter as the memories flowed.

My favorite story was told by one of Daddy’s tractor drivers, Lewis. “Yo daddy made me so mad when workin’ on dah farm,” said Lewis in his Gullah brogue. “Das all right. I told Mr. Benjamin that when he shut his eye fo the las time, I gwinne get dah people to bury him unda eight feet deep! Dat way when Gabriel blow his horn, yo daddy be the last one up. But, Je-an, yo Daddy sho was a good man and Gawd gwinne let him be up furst.”

To this day when I go back home, those folks are my family. Just sitting in Anna’s store and seeing so many of the old crowd warms my heart as we reminisce about the heyday of Johns Island agriculture. There is no language like it and no finer community than the men and women who made an indelible mark on me and my family.


Jane Jenkins Herlong

Jane Jenkins Herlong is a Southern humorist, Sirius XM comedian, member of the Speaker Hall of Fame, and the best-selling author of four books.

Jane travels the country sharing her sweet tea wisdom and Southern fried humor.

For information on how to contact Jane for speaking engagements or to purchase her books, CD’s or MP3’s, visit www.janeherlong.com.

Picture of Jane Jenkins Herlong

Jane Jenkins Herlong

Jane Jenkins Herlong is a Southern humorist, Sirius XM comedian, member of the Speaker Hall of Fame, and the best-selling author of four books. Jane travels the country sharing her sweet tea wisdom and Southern fried humor. For information on how to contact Jane for speaking engagements or to purchase her books, CD’s or MP3’s, visit www.janeherlong.com
Picture of Jane Jenkins Herlong

Jane Jenkins Herlong

Jane Jenkins Herlong is a Southern humorist, Sirius XM comedian, member of the Speaker Hall of Fame, and the best-selling author of four books. Jane travels the country sharing her sweet tea wisdom and Southern fried humor. For information on how to contact Jane for speaking engagements or to purchase her books, CD’s or MP3’s, visit www.janeherlong.com

In the know

Related Stories

A Case for Self-Love | Palmetto Bella

A Case for Self-Love

Loving yourself unapologetically is the greatest thing you can do for another. Reread that sentence slowly. If everyone acted in soul-aligned, self-loving ways, what beauty could we create together? What happiness and harmony would ring throughout the world? Life would be magical for all. Instead, many of us seek acknowledgment or external love by bending into a pretzel of pain and misery. Let’s debunk the myth that self-love is selfish. If supplemental oxygen is deemed necessary on a plane, step one is putting on your own oxygen mask. It’s important to make sure you’re receiving oxygen before you help others — if you’re breathing, you can help provide breath for

Read More »
Be in Love with Life | Palmetto Bella

Be in Love with Life

The “Amore” Issue! I love Love. I drive my daughters crazy with this notion. But it is true. “The Rose” was the very first song I can recall memorizing. I learned it at a church camp in Colorado Springs the summer after completing 7th grade. At the base of the beautiful Rocky Mountains we spent hours singing this song, rehearsing for the performance we would give our families at the end of the camp. Ever since, I have been singing this song to myself when I cannot go to sleep — it has always proven more effective than counting sheep or singing “99 bottles of beer on the wall.” Over

Read More »
Five Ways to Live the Paris Lifestyle Anywhere | Palmetto Bella

Five Ways to Live the Paris Lifestyle Anywhere

Ma Vie En Rose by Buck Jones She doesn’t come into our little café but once a week, but when she does, oh my. It’s her smile that grabs your heart, and as she walks over to give you the obligatory bisous greeting of a kiss on each cheek, the conversation is quick and easy. Long retired from being a professor at one of the local universities on the Left Bank of Paris, she and her boyfriend (a retired diplomat) sit at their favorite table and they order a coupe of champagne each. That’s what they always order, and for the next hour or so, they canoodle. She leans into

Read More »
Happy ‘Taughts’ for New Beginnings | Palmetto Bella

Happy ‘Taughts’ for New Beginnings

Excerpt from Rhinestones on My Flip-Flops My daughter, Caroline, loved watching Peter Pan when she was a little girl. She was glued to the television and loved every minute of the animated movie. After watching the movie, she pretended to fly around the house just like Peter Pan. On one occasion, I was upset over something, and my sweet Caroline, always a tender child, was very sensitive to my feelings. Her sweet face turned toward mine and her big brown eyes looked at me. She said, “Momma, tink happy taughts. Momma! Tink happy taughts!” she repeated. Then she said something I will never forget: “Momma if you tink happy taughts,

Read More »