Portraits | Faded Photos ~~ Vibrant Memories


 

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Portraits

Paint a picture with words, capture someone on film, sketch a face in the crowd — this week, share a portrait.

Eva Sophronia Gordon Palmer -- Grandmother
Paternal Grandmother Eva Sophronia Gordon Palmer

Eva Sophronia Gordon born 1891. Married William Junius Palmer January 1919. First child Stanley born September 1919 died of Polio. Daughters Helen, Thelma and Eva all Lived. Eva’s twin William born 1922 also died of polio. Her last child my Father Edward Gordon Palmer was born 1930. He was the only boy to survive. His nickname was Precious.

I often wonder how my grandmother coped with losing two of her children but I suppose in those days there was little time to grieve plus eventually other children to care for. My Grandmother was a member of Mother Zion A.M.E. church so I’m sure that gave her comfort.

My Grandmother Eva was my Grandfather’s second wife. His first wife died and he needed a wife to care for him plus his first set of kids. My Grandmother needed a husband so as the story goes it was arranged for my Grandmother to cook my Grand Dad a meal. Must have been a good meal because they got married and stayed married until the early 1960s when they passed away.

Funerals tend to present you with unexpected family information on or about people you never knew existed. In May 1995 when my father Edward G. Palmer passed away I encountered some cousins I never knew I had. What shocked me was the man telling me that we were related was a tall white guy with blue eyes!! Then the stories of my Grandfather’s first wife began to make sense and the reason why he had a sudden departure from Petersburg, VA. His first wife was white! All during my childhood I had heard how my grandparents took in these kids, white kids but as I grew up that made no sense. Jim Crow was the law of the land and Miscegenation (whites marrying Blacks and vice versa) was a crime (Miscegenation Law was not abolished until 1968). I suppose my grandparents had to come up with some kind of story so that’s the tale I was told. It also explains why he never discussed his childhood or young adult years with my Dad. Some things are better left unsaid.

My Grandfather died when I was very young so I have no memory of him and very little of my Grandmother. I was around five or six when she passed away so my memories of her are faded, distant and dim but I always try to hang onto our trips into Harlem to visit her. This has imprinted on my mind. When I think back I can still see her apartment and envision the living room, kitchen one of the bedrooms and some of her furnishings.  It’s very important to keep those Memory Portraits fresh in ones mind.

Again in 2010 when the last of the Greatest Generation my Aunt Helen Palmer Garcia made her passage to the other side I met more of these “hidden” cousins. Unfortunately even though at that time I exchanged information with them we have not stayed in touch and I moved in 2012 so it would be difficult for me to find them or them to find me.

As we gathered in Aunt Helen’s church for the repast someone took a photo of our Rainbow Family but like everything else on my hard drive it has decided to hide. When you see my relatives we truly are a mixed race mosaic of America.

 

Edward Gordon Palmer 1935
My Dad Edward Gordon Palmer as a child in Harlem. This photograph was taken by famous Harlem Renaissance Photographer James Van Der Zee.

 

 

Grandfather_4kids_1926
Grandfather William Palmer with his children 1922, Mt.Morris Park, Harlem, New York.

 

Grandma Eva's Music Sewing Box
Grandma Eva Sophronia Gordon Palmer — Grandmother Music Sewing Box

 

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Memory Lane – Minnie Riperton

 

BILL WITHERS GRANDMA’S HANDS

 

Sly & The Family Stone – A Family Affair

Share Your World – 2016 Week 31


 

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Share Your World – 2016 Week 31

 

With your answers, please remember we are in the SYW world which may not always match our reality.

080116clownWhat is your favorite part of the town/city you live in.  And what Country do you live?

I Love New York City. The energy!! The Vibe! Not always the weather but I Love New York for the diversity and variety of activities. Many of these activities are FREE!! NYC has many services for the poor, disabled and needy. Also the availability of transportation. Pretty much the buses and subways run 24/7/365. I don’t drive anymore because of my eyesight. If I Lived in the country I’d be stuck in the house because I’d have to wait on somebody to take me out. So Boring.

Country: U.S.A.

Would you rather wear clown shoes every day or a clown wig every day?

Wig. My walking is labored because of arthritis so if I had to wear Clown Shoes I’d be tripping and falling constantly.

Minnie the Clown
Minnie the Clown

Which way does the toilet paper roll go? Over or under?

Under.

What do you do to make a living or during the day?  If you are retired what mostly occupies your day? Or if you are a student what are you studying?

I’m a writer/photographer who during the day masquerades as a museum security guard. Looking forward to retiring in Autumn 2018!!

Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up? 

The ability to Blog. I’ve been sick for at least the last few weekends and two days last week but at least I was able to Blog. I look forward to getting better. Hopefully.

 

The Clown Shoes are from Cee’s Blog!

 

 

Anger Mgmt 101


 

Today at work I had a good laugh. One of the male security guards actually went to one of our Lady Shop Stewards to complain that his feelings were hurt because I stop speaking to him. I nearly burst out laughing but I managed to contain my chuckles because dickhead knew very well why I stopped speaking to him.

After a prior incident where he not only insulted me but had nerve to do it in front of the visitors well I blasted him good. My initials stand for Don’t Play. This is a job where we are required to be professional. If you got beef with me you need to talk to me in private not in front of the general public.  I warned him then and there that I don’t know who you think you’re talking to but you picked the wrong one. Unfortunately if you work in a department that’s mostly male you’re gonna have men who challenge you or attempt to intimidate you.

I don’t do challenge or intimidation. Just because you’re a man does not make you better or smarter than me. Since his dumb ass is not a supervisor you need to watch what you say to me. Even if you are a supervisor if you talk out of turn I’m gonna speak up for myself.

I’m one that once you mess with me unless you apologize I’m not forgiving you. Fuck Forgiveness. Fuck Feelings. Wrong Female. I don’t owe you anything. There is No Love nor Light. The only Light you will get from me is when I Light your ass up! And that’s not a Light you want to experience. I Do Not Tolerate any disrespect from anybody. It’s that simple!!

Mable and Edward Palmer did not raise me to be a doormat. In fact my parents told me not to take crap off anyone and that I had a right to defend myself.

LL Cool J – Mama Said Knock You Out

Mr. Angry Asshole had offended several co-workers and many stopped talking to him. Many years ago he was demoted from a higher security position because of his temper. His anger has gotten the better of him to the point that he has had several heart attacks. At least one on the premises and he is not even 50 years old!

I think he feels I should and I must converse with him because we are both Veterans. Well I’m a Veteran all he is and was what we in the Military call Weekend Warriors. Meaning he was in the Reserves. One weekend out of the month and two weeks out of the year of actual service. I was in four years full-time, 24/7/365.

Just to show you how truly nasty Mr. Numb-nuts is we have a gentleman who is also a security officer who served bravely during the Vietnam War. This wonderful man actually saw action. He suffers from PTSD but goes out of his way to be extra nice to all our co-workers. He is a pleasure to work with. He follows the Catholic faith always with his prayer beads and follows Jesus teachings. Everyone Loves him.  Except one person. Guess who? You guessed right! Private Jackass.  The Lumpy Paleface Lunatic actually had the nerve to badmouth a great man who went through the trauma of seeing people killed and trying to save the lives of wounded soldiers (he was a medic).

As for Knucklehead most of the guards try to avoid him. He has very few friends. Not many will put up with his rude, nasty, sarcastic remarks. I’m all for humor, cracking jokes and laughter but making fun of people, insults, lack of proper communication skills and zero people skills are not acceptable.

I have not guilt nor shame in cutting ties with abusive co-workers.  That person does not write my checks nor are they paying my bills. Forgive and Forget don’t work here.  I will dismiss you and keep on stepping. I have no shame in my game.

I AM THE FEMALE PHENOMENON!!  THE ORIGINAL NUBIAN NINJA!!

The Notorious D.A.P. has spoken!!

Phenomenon – LL Cool J

 

 

Moral of the Story: Don’t Let your mouth write checks that your ass can’t cash!!

The Prodigal Daughter Returns


 

The Prodigal Daughter Returns

Back By Popular Demand!!

The Sassy Sexy Irreverent One has made her way back to the Writing Blogosphere after a very brief hiatus!!

Still suffering the slings and arrows of outrageous misfortune despite all ills, aches and pains the Queen has made her way back to her Throne!!  In the guise of Blue Spider Woman and with extra assistance from the Nubian Ninja D-Nice is back in the House!! Three Cheers for her Ladyship!! Hip! Hip! Hooray!!

Blue Spidey Lady

 

 

Talking About a Revolution


This will be your opportunity to disengage, change the channel or leave the building. I know I’m gonna lose a lot of subscribers/followers with the following post but I don’t care. 

More Legalized Lynching!! On my way back from the annex building to the main building my co-workers and I suddenly became part of the Black Lives Matter march/demonstration along 5th Avenue. Despite the sadness and anger all races were there for the demonstration, mostly young people but Black, Brown, white, Asian. Everybody is disgusted. Yes they stopped traffic but those cars did not honk their horns because they knew. We all knew. For if this evil continues we will be judged and the judgment will bring condemnation and ruin to the oppressors!!

My co-workers & I all being Black and Brown people were caught up in something powerful. Since I am old enough to remember the Civil Rights movement being enveloped in the demonstration brought back memories and ignited something within me.  I still recall my parents talking about lynchings happening during the 1960s. Seems like we have not progressed. No change!  History is just repeating itself except this time the police are militarized against Black People.

The song Talking about a Revolution by Tracy Chapman is on replay in my head.

Some fling in Black Folks faces All Lives Matter fully knowing that in this racist, bigoted American society that is not true. How many times have you heard or read about a Black officer shooting innocent white citizens. Name them! Can’t can you?  So All Lives Do not Matter.  Stop the Bullshit.

The murders of our Black Brothers occurred around July 4th so-called Independence Day. Independence for whom? That document meant nothing to Blacks captured, kidnapped and enslaved in 1776 and means very little to or for Black Americans today unless we force the issue. July 14th 1789 is Bastille Day, France’s Independence celebration. What did the French people do to their oppressors? Well as history has recorded the elite, the monarchy, the oppressors met their deaths via the guillotine. No I’m not condoning violence, war or uprisings but their is little choice for Blacks in America. Very little choice. We cannot stand idly by while our fathers, brothers, uncles, cousins, sisters, etc…are killed by KKK/Nazi demonic cops!!  Would you allow your family members, your people to be used for target practice? No! I don’t think so!!

The officers killed in Dallas were really killed by their demented fellow cops who have been on a murder spree to annihilate Black people!! What did you think the response would be from people who are fed up. Protests, marches & demonstrations are great! Yes! Voices must be raised but as the French people did during the French Revolution, during WWII, the slave insurrections in America, the Native Americans who killed the settlers invading their lands, and every other oppressed peoples they fought against organized genocide. They fought for the right to peacefully exist in a nation hell bent on their destruction.

Read your Bible. Especially the Old Testament. The Battle Lines have been drawn.

Tracy Chapman — Talkin’ bout a Revolution