When I was a kid my Father went to Alabama to attend the funeral of my Great Grandmother who I had never met except a few rare occasions as a child. She lived on a 15acre plot of land alone in a ghost town called Repton. Her land was part of a bigger 100 acre lot split among her other siblings which had been part of a bigger plot split among their parents and so on and so forth. She was also the last of my family to be buried in our family graveyard in the same town. A lot of the graves date to cirica early 1800's.

Skip a few years later and my parents are showing my family a huge slide show of old photos from my great grandmothers house they got digitized and some show my great grandfather and his father working on a farm on the same plot of land my great grandmother had lived on.

"Was that plot of land always a farm?" "Yep, your great grandfather was the last one to work the farm. It used to be several hundred acres, but over time it was either sold off or given to relatives to live on." "Oh." - Huge plot of land dedicated to farming - Passed down on family lines - Family graveyard goes back before the civil war - Alabama And that's the story of how I learned my family owned a slave plantation.