Howard III said he wanted to share with me several handwritten letters from Big Mama! Wow... she wrote him letters when he was a freshman-senior out at Langston University!! 1967-1971. She'd put a dollar in the letter... never more than two dollars. Big money at the time!
Howard doubted that Andrea or Val could appreciate significance of it... He would share such treasures with me.!!! YIPPPPPPPPEEEEEE
My oldest brother told me about five stories.... I'm going to recount them briefly in order to fill in details a little later
Brother Cavers and possible kiss stolen question to 13 yr old boy.....sing a song come this far by faith...cry and preach at small church next door to big mama's house......
about 12 years old, they were traveling to a small town and he looked out window and saw a sign COLORED only mama would not explain to him... just looked away.
3rd story about daddy often telling an extraordinary story of when he and some friends were driving a distance.... tired of fried chicken/salad in a bag. they wanted a lunch mean....pulled into a town and Dad walked into restuarnt and asked the owner.... for a colored menu. Guy said SIR we do not have separate menu... all of our customers are welcome to come in and sit and order..... Dad quite impressed at reverse tale of NON RACISM.
4th story.... after I tole him we were going to Sweet Home in Chandler OK.... so he told me what Uncle DD said about the old cemetery for his (mydaddy's) grandfather and grandmother Jim and Nellie Travis... who lived as sharecroppers on the Watson plantation. The old man/owner had allowed the many families who sharecropped to have a plot of land to bury their kin. Likewise this was where Jim and Nellie were buried. Time passed as our grandmother Mama Dooley and siblings moved to Lexington OK... that is where DD and daddy were raised. DD told story that as the Old man died -- his son took over the land/farming and systematically plowed over the cemetery.. planted cotton. My uncle DD cussed every time he told the story -- so inhumane -- we were just like dogs or no-life personhoods who were buried on HIS LAND.... so irrespective he plowed and grew cotton on the land. There is not record of names..... so I have found out.... But can confirm the loss of place // identity destroyed -- no burial place. Gosh a resting place is needed.
But I think of Jim Travis as a godly man... trusting his soul to God's good keeping hand. Knowing the evil lurking in the human heart of slaveholders in the deep southern state of Mississippi.....
It hurts... it saddens my heart... it turns over and over as a worry in my thoughts.
Bullying is the use of force, threat, or coercion to abuse, intimidate, or aggressively dominate another person. Bullying is often repeated and habitual. I sat at the dinner table with my oldest brother Howard Huggins.....Earlier this month I'd called him to ask where did he attend - 1st thru -12th grades... So I could fill in my daddy's timeline of our family having lived in Frederick, OK, then Chickasha, OK and finally Oklahoma City, OK (he Pastored in these towns and in Geary, OK also.) He told me he spent one half/yr of his 7th grade in Frederick -- and the second half in Chickasha, OK. I didn't think of the details of Why? Howard Jr leaned back and talked in his usual slow-deliberate fashion. He said that in the seventh grade.... the teacher showed great incompetence and was later removed from the school system in allowing student behavior to get out of control.... Another reason for the teacher's dismissal was that he used abusive/excessive force in discipline. He used an airconditioner fan belt... I think Howard said. He knew exactly what he was talking about.... and I still can't picture such a strap....???
Two of my brothers (James Travis and Wendell Ray) extended the June wedding of Valerie Huggins/Carter in St Louis MO..... over to Chicago IL in order to hook up with our first cousins! We are Mama' Dooley's grandkids!
The newspaper obit and statement from Joe Biden on the passing of his 46 yr old son (today)....
"More than his professional accomplishments, Beau measured himself as a husband, father, son and brother. His absolute honor made him a role model for our family. Beau embodied my father's saying that a parent knows success when his child turns out better than he did.
I was reading the Scripture of Luke 7:35 last evening which said. . . "BUt wisdom is proved right in all her children." NIV.
The New Living Bible Translation says But wisdom is shown to be right by the lives of those who follow it."
Two kids with the same name, living in the same city. One grew up
to be a Rhodes Scholar, decorated combat veteran, White House
Fellow, and business leader. The other is serving a life sentence in
prison for felony murder. Here is the story of two boys and the
journey of a generation.
In December 2000, the Baltimore Sun ran a small piece about Wes
Moore, a local student who had just received a Rhodes Scholarship.
The same paper also ran a series of articles about four young men who
had allegedly killed a police officer in a spectacularly botched
armed robbery. The police were still hunting for two of the suspects
who had gone on the lam, a pair of brothers. One was named Wes Moore.
Wes just couldn’t shake off the unsettling coincidence, or the
inkling that the two shared much more than space in the same
newspaper. After following the story of the robbery, the manhunt,
and the trial to its conclusion, he wrote a letter to the other Wes,
now a convicted murderer serving a life sentence without the
possibility of parole. His letter tentatively asked the questions
that had been haunting him: Who are you? How did this happen?
That letter led to a correspondence and relationship that has
lasted for several years. Over dozens of letters and prison visits,
Wes discovered that the other Wes had a life not unlike his own: Both
had grown up in similar neighborhoods and had difficult
childhoods, both were fatherless; they’d hung out on similar
corners with similar crews, and both had run into trouble with the
police. At each stage of their young lives they had come across
similar moments of decision, yet their choices and the people in
their lives would lead them to astonishingly different destinies.
Told in alternating dramatic narratives that take readers from
heart-wrenching losses to moments of surprising redemption, The Other Wes Moore tells the story of a generation of boys trying to find their way in a challenging and at times, hostile world.
our name should be spoken in reverent tones or in terrified whispers! (Author Unknown)
TODAY, I am paying tribute to ANN LOWE - who died at the age of 82 (1981). She designed gowns for an exclusive group of clientele in America!
Ann Lowe was born in Grayton, Alabama...(Tim Phelps-published NY Times 3-1-1981) the daughter and granddaughter of dressmakers. She was educated in Montgomery Alabama at the S. T. Taylor Design School. The married Lee Cohen... and two children named Authur Lee and Ruth Alexander were born.
In 1928, Ann was working in New York at various salons...as well as the Saks Fifth Ave department store. She opened her own Madison Avenue shop... calling in rightly so ANN LOWE ORIGINALS in 1968 - here dresses were never mass-produced. That's a span of 40 years....
Her partial obit reads "in addition to her daughter, Ruth Alexander, Mrs Lowe is survived by a granddaughter and two great grandchildren. Her funeral will be Tuesday at St. Marks United Methodist Church, 138th Street and Edgecombe Ave. Manhattan.
Hi There... Fellow Bloggers.... This little idea appealed to me in one or two little junk-hunts I went on in 2014!
So I managed to buy TWO original boxed Scrabble games with plenty of letters to hurriedly.. last night... while watching TV...
I jotted our family names -- From My Mom And Dad- six children.... and all of the grandchildren
SCRABBLE - in and of itself - is a word game in which two to four players score points by placing tiles -- each tile bears a single letter. Place tiles onto a game-board which is divided into a 15 x 15 grid of squares. Scrabble is a trademark of Hasbro, Inc (USA - 1999)
I loved it.... I felt pretty competitive and smart.... (second to winning Monopoly) as a kid!
Prior to 1999- Scrabble was sold as a Milton Bradley Game... Click link for History of Scrabble..... I found out it became really popular in about abt 1986 --- along with Cabbage Patch Dolls
I think I mispelled Rahshaad.... and could not link my sister TANA.
VIA link listed below, I discovered from a fellow blogsite "Reclaiming Kin" that the Freedmen's Bureau Records has digitized Field Office Records for AL, AR, DC, MD, Delaware, Mississippi, MO, NC and SC, TX and VA.