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After having a Fantabulous Memorial Day weekend with my brother, seeing Dance Africa at the Brooklyn Academy of Music and lunching with my girlfriend today my wondrous long weekend comes to an end and tomorrow I shall once again be thrust into that Circus Sideshow called Work.
The Blue Magic Song Sideshow also is an apt description of my Love Life or rather Lack thereof. Romance for me just means a series of broken hearts. Mine. So I have retired from that Merry-Go-Round.
I’m a Freak but we all know the Freaks come out at Night!!
Rick James ~~ Super Freak
Blanking out. Something that happens more often as we get older. Those of you over 50 know exactly what I’m talking about. As for the rest of you just wait. You’ll get there.
I’ve been working at the museum for eight years and I can forget the name of a co-worker with whom I’ve worked on a steady basis for seven of those eight years. Just yesterday I ran into one of the guards, a young lady I see every day. Do you think I remember her name?! No!! However I never forget a face. Lucky for me I was getting off the train so I smiled, waved and we exchanged Happy Hellos. Escaped embarrassment. Such a nice pleasant young woman. The last placed I Lived I was there for 22 years yet I still forgot folks names! Or I’d put the wrong name to a face.
Now here’s the Oxymoron. As a museum security guard the visitors expect me to know not only where every piece of art is but how to get there. Fortunately after eight and a half years I know where most of the major most popular most asked for artworks are located and since I’ve been posted in every section of the museum I can tell you how to best access them. No I do not know where every last piece of art the museum owns is located. That would be impossible as much of it is in storage and the paintings are rotated. Security Guards are not human computers.
I seem to have an affinity for paintings. The first wing I was assigned to was 19th Century Art. At that time I was so bored I memorized not only where every painting was located but the artist and genre, Impressionism, Realism, Post Impressionists, British Romanticism (The Pre-Raphaelites) etc….
Security guards have no say so in where we are posted so I’ve been in the Modern Art wing, the American Wing, African Art, Asian Art, European Sculpture and Decorative Arts. After listening to the docents give tours I can pretty much give you good background and/or history of artworks located in those sections. I’m not an expert by far.
The Experts in the Museum are the Curators and the Conservation staff. Also I’m an English Major not an Art History Major. All I have is on the job knowledge supplemented by reading books and watching videos on art.
Now I’ve also been posted in the Egyptian and Greek sections. Please do not ask me about this art for I will surely draw a Blank. If you are a student Google is your Friend and/or the Museum website/Libraries. Or better yet Go to the Information Desk because all you’ll get from me is a Blank Look. I don’t spend enough time in these galleries to gain knowledge nor do I wish to do so. I prefer paintings and some sculptures.
When I was a girl my Dad used to say I practiced “Selective Hearing.” I never seemed to hear him when he was calling me. Especially if he had some task or errand for me to perform. “Deborah! Don’t you hear me?!! Turn down that radio/TV!! Pay attention!!
My Dad did not like to raise his voice and when he did so I knew my ass was grass and I was up shit creek with no oars. In other words I was in serious trouble. So maybe it’s the same thing with People’s Names and Artworks. My Middle-Age Senior Brain is practicing Selective Memory!! LOL!!
All art graphics are from Google unless otherwise stated.
Every country in the world has lost men and women in some kind of Armed Forces. When does your country celebrate or mourn their deaths?
Today, May 30th. Here is some more information, background and origins of Memorial Day.
What is your favorite holiday or holidays?
Halloween!! I also enjoy Thanksgiving because it involves food!!
How do you celebrate that holiday?
By dressing up!! Last year I was DeBorah the Huntress and Stephen was Robin Hood!!
I know the question was not included but I just wanted to say I’m grateful that I was able to spend time with my brother Stephen and that we were able to enjoy two movies. Both Captain America | Civil War and the X-Men Apocalypse were good action filled films! I’m also grateful that today I was able to see a performance by Dance Africa a program put on every year at BAM (Brooklyn Academy of Music). This year’s featured African country was Senegal. The dancers performed both traditional and modern African Dance! They were outstanding!!
I dedicate this old post to my Great Great Grandfather, William Henry Halstead, who fought in the Civil War.
In December of 1863 my Great Great Grandfather, William Henry Halstead, who
lived in Tarrytown, New York, traveled to New Haven, Connecticut to join the
29th Connecticut Colored Infantry. On his Volunteer Enlistment papers it notes
his occupation as a farmer. He enlisted for three years and was discharged on the
24th day of October 1865. He married and had five children. William Henry
Halstead passed away in 1888 and was buried in Sleepy Hollow Cemetery in
Tarrytown, New York. His wife moved to New York City with her five children.
Her children grew up in Harlem and belonged to various organizations such as Odd
Fellows, Ladies of the Grand Army of the Republic and the Daughters of New
Special honor & glory to the Black soldiers, including my Great, great Grandfather William Henry Halstead, 29th Colored Regiment, CT, who served in the Civil War even though at first…
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America You Know Not My Story Nor My Song.
Black, African, Native American, Asian, Hispanic.
We wore OD Green, camouflage, Dress Greens.
Now I wear a different uniform.
Once you saluted and proudly hailed my years of service with snarky sweet platitudes.
Now you curse and revile me. A Woman. A Man. Those Who proudly served Our Country have become less than the grass and dirt under our feet but remember it was we who cultivated your Land. The Land to which we shall all return. The Land We call America.
When?! When America will you see that Brown face as you sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, husbands, wives, mothers & fathers.
I Love You America though you still don’t Love me. I Love you so much that even without the strength of my youth I would gladly serve you again for my ancestral bonds run deep within your soil.
Though you try you can never eliminate me or others like me for we are the fabric of human society. Creators of multiple galaxies and universes. We shall Live Forever.
Back in World War II Black soldiers fought for Double Victory. Victory overseas and Victory over discrimination and racism at home. As you well know African Americans have proudly served our country during all its conflicts despite never getting any recognition and returning to a country that despised us.
My Dad Edward G. Palmer served during the Korean War. Fortunately he did not go to Korea otherwise I would not be here today but Dad in his own way fought for Victory back home. I still remember my parents quietly talking at night about lynchings, the KKK and the murders of Civil Rights Workers. I was supposed to be asleep but I silently left my room to find out what they were discussing.
Dad hoped that my generation would have it better. There was some change thanks to the Civil Rights movement but even today Victory at Home is an elusive concept for Black Americans.
Just the fact that a few days ago some of us had a discussion on how we have to protect our developmentally disabled sons and brothers from being shot by the police speaks to that.
Some were killed in the various wars. However some died fighting for Victory here at home. A level playing ground eludes us. Every day racism and for women sexism and ageism will and has killed more of us than any war on foreign soil. I’m in that latter group.
As my Dad used to say, “The more things change. The more they stay the same.
If you’re African American you will understand the Double Meaning behind this song. Think Black Moses aka Harriet Tubman.
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