Jasmine Windom is the neice of Alice Windom, who was a social worker and activist in the St. Louis area. In her oral history, Jasmine spoke highly of her aunt, highlighting what a strong spirit she had. Jasmine spoke at length of her aunt in terms of her love of reading, jewelry, and photogrpahy.

"I think when it comes to my Aunt Alice, I would say she always gave you the truth whether you wanted to hear it or not. She was definitely unfiltered in her views and beliefs, and she was unapologetic about them."

This bracelet was given to Alice by a village woman in Somalia in 1975. Alice felt that jelwelry was a universal way for people to feel beautiful regardless of where they live. Jasmine spoke at length about her aunt and her style in both dress and accessories. Jasmine stated that Alice had a unique jewlery collection that was particular to her aunt, and that her aunt's jewelry style went on to influence her own style.

According to Jasmine, Alice spent a large majority of her free time reading. Jasmine does not think that her aunt even owned a T.V., but she did own books. Shelves and shelves of books. These two shelves highlight just a small portion of the books that Alice owned. From these books, we can see that Alice enjoyed to read about a variety of topics, but a strong passion of hers was the history of Africans and African Americans, in all aspects of history.

"If I recall my aunt really, she really loved to read. She was a voracious reader, tons of books, and I mean, had a very unique book collection. I would say that would probably be the main thing that I would remember about her."

"I do recall that when we would go in the house just seeing a wall shelving of just books and, but I do recall that they were heavily into Africa, African American history. Books, Malcolm X, autobiography of Malcolm X, just various books about Africa in general or just anything with the struggle of Africans and African Americans".

"Whenever I get a chance, I'll go to her grave and just, you know, just, sometimes just stand there and just talk to her for a few minutes, and sometimes I'll bring flowers or just myself. And I think about her. Every day, every day. And. I'm glad that she was a part of my life; and I know one day I'll see her again. Not anytime soon, hopefully, but she she's definitely missed. And that I love her.