Black HerStory Month


In the USA March is Women’s History Month. Borrowing a phrase I heard used I Declare and Decree this Black HerStory Month. Twenty-Eight or in the case of this year 29 days is not enough to celebrate the achievements of African Americans nor do we often hear about the accomplishments or even acknowledge Black Women so I Proclaim March Black HerStory Month.

First Honors and Praises to the Our Black Family Matriarchs. Our Queens!  From what I’ve been told I am very Blessed and Fortunate to have family photos from my Dad’s side dating back to the 19th century.  My Paternal Grandmother Eva Sophronia Gordon Palmer kept meticulous records recording the name of each ancestor on the back of the photos. The one Woman ancestor photo that does not have a name is a tintype and at some point the name either fell off or became detached.

I have only a few photos of my Maternal Women ancestors as my mother’s family did not have the money to either purchase cameras or pay to have their photos professionally taken. All have now gone onto to Glory and passed into eternity but even the 19th Century Queens who I did not get a chance to meet in person I carry not only their DNA but their strength, faith and fortitude to preserve in and over all circumstances.  Ancestral Memories flow through my veins.

 

 

 

Aunt Carrie_George Gordon's sister
Aunt Carrie_George Gordon’s sister
Aunt Susan
Aunt Susan
Aunt Carrie
Aunt Carrie
Eva Sophronia Gordon Palmer --  Paternal Grandmother
Eva Sophronia Gordon Palmer — Paternal Grandmother
Mable Elizabeth Palmer circa 1950s
Mable Elizabeth Palmer circa 1950s
Grandmother Hattie Banks 12251974_Dayton Ohio
Maternal Grandmother Hattie Banks 12251974_Dayton Ohio
Rosalie Palmer_William Palmer's Sister
Rosalie Palmer_William Palmer’s Sister
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My Mom Mable Elizabeth Palmer around 1956
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Aunt Thelma, me, & Aunt Helen at my High School graduation in 1977
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Helen Louise Palmer Garcia ~~ My Dad’s Oldest Sister
Aunt Hannah
Aunt Hannah
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Unknown Woman Ancestor on my Dad’s side. This is a tintype and her name must have fallen off at some point.
Mable Elizabeth Palmer ~~ My Mom
Mable Elizabeth Palmer ~~ My Mom
African/Native American Queen
MMC 2002 Graduation
Two of the Sisters. My Mom Mable Elizabeth Palmer and Helen James.
Two of the Sisters. My Mom Mable Elizabeth Palmer and Helen James.
Aunt Thelma circa 1940s or 50s
Aunt Thelma circa 1940s or 50s

 

 

 

 

 

 

Evolution of Childhood InterPlanetary Dreams


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Evolution of Childhood InterPlanetary Dreams

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Grandmas Reign Quilt

Eva Sophronia Gordon Palmer -- Grandmother
Eva Sophronia Gordon Palmer — Grandmother

Epoch Heydays beat rhythm time Tempo bringing Glory Days and Golden Age into Earth, Space, time Continuum alignment around my being. Spiritual Discernment begins the convergence of planets, Moon-Womben Star-gazers endlessly birthing heavenly bodies and floating orbs.

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Mother Africa as Creator Goddess singing Reign Blessings upon her children.

My World, the ones I saw in my Grandmother’s Quilt and the ever expanding Galaxies beyond Earth, Sky, Sun and Moon-Daughter Wishes, Hopes and Desires.

Ancient hand stretching finger Ancestor Dimensions reaching forward into time and eternity bringing revelation knowledge of history long past yet made fresh daily.

Troubles beating bloody fists upon my pate.

Belladonna into Nightshades.

Tethered by an unholy umbilical cord to a dead albatross. Dreams deluge.  Green metal Frigidaire Fan blowing air opposite it’s promised heat relief. Stub toe late shift Dad curses Castro and his Convertible. Bucolic heat wave summer in the city. 25 cent Ice Cream salvation dispensed by Mr. Softee. Martha Reeves and her Vandellas gyrating to Dancing in the Streets while kids follow her Piped Pipers.

Kool-Aid libation sugar screams ensue while transistor talking heads Ralph Kiner and Lindsey Nelson called Shea play by plays. Bygone days of Tri-Corn braids.  Fletcher’s Castoria Beef Iron Wine cocktails.   Childhood freedom beckons signalling release from adulthood chain gangs. Teeter-totter bring unbalanced superimposed idealized memories to double-doubted times past. It’s 1964 and my Dixie Peach anointed head snuggles with Panda pillow transcending time once again in the loving arms of Grandma Eva’s patchwork quilt.