Let Me Call You Sweetheart

On February 28, 2018February 24, 2018 By dancingpalmtreesIn Edward G. Palmer, Edward Gordon Palmer, Edward Palmer, Ella Fitzgerald - I'll See You In My Dreams, Hattie Banks, Hattie Finney Banks, Helen Garcia, Helen James, Helen Palmer Garcia, Mable Elizabeth Palmer, Mable Palmer, THE MILLS BROTHERS - LET ME CALL YOU SWEETHEART, THE MILLS BROTHERS - SING BARBERSHOP HARMONIES, The Mills Brothers ~~ Paper Doll, Thelma Palmer Varner, Uncategorized4 Comments

Let Me Call You Sweetheart

As the Month of February aka The Love Month comes to an end I Honor the Sweethearts in my Life. My Grandparents William and Eva Palmer who were married for around 50 years and my parents Edward & Mable Palmer who were married for 40 years.

Dearest Sweethearts

Tell Me What Heaven is like

Come to Me in My Dreams and tell me of Paradise!

Are Aunt Helen Garcia and Aunt Thelma still as talkative as they were on earth?

It must be great that you get to see Aunt Helen James, Aunt Gladys, Uncle Clarence, Uncle Willie, Cousin Linda, Cousin Bertie, Grandma Hattie Finney. Tell them how much I miss them. Tell them my world has not been the same since they ascended to God.

Are the streets really paved with gold?

Are there 12 Gates to the City?

And What of Jesus and the Angels?

Oh How I long to be reunited with you once more!

No more pain. No more sorrow. No more hurt. To Leave the cares of this cruel world behind!

I know that I’m just passing through onto a better, richer more rewarding Life.

But one day I too shall take my seat at the Welcome Table! What a Great Day that Shall be!

My Grandmother Eva Sophronia Gordon Palmer

My Grandfather William J. Palmer with some of his children in Mt. Morris aka Marcus Garvey Park

Grandma Eva Sophronia Gordon Palmer — Grandmother Music Sewing Box

Mom & Dad

There is never a day that goes by that I don’t think of you!

I’ll See You in My Dreams!

Aunt Thelma, yours truly, Aunt Helen HS Graduation 1977

My Grandma Hattie Finney Banks

Let Me Call You Sweetheart

The Return of the Prodigal Daughter

On January 1, 2018January 12, 2018 By dancingpalmtreesIn Alice Faye, cacophony, Duke Ellington, Lauren Bacall, Return of the Prodigal Daughter, Satin Doll, Stella by Starlight, Thelma Palmer Varner, Uncategorized, Veronica Lake3 Comments

Happy New Year

The Return of the Prodigal Daughter

Havana Heart Cabana

Blame it on the Bossa Nova

ROOM OF NOCTURNES

That Sweet Husky Whiskey Lauren Bacall voice back-lit by fruit and mint flavored jalousies was no match for the Gold, pearls, diamonds and rubies sparking against Obsidian skin. Sky high stiletto heels worn as birds of prey. Ready to strike at any given moment..

Gourmand cigarillos distilled in Gin.

Nubian Night Cinnamon Cinema.

Queen of the Smokey eye. One quarter open. Three quarters closed.

Her scorching nature aligned with me.

Hair fallen over one eye Aladdin’s Veronica Lake.

JoyBaieda Rueine was the ruin of many a poor man’s soul. An Enchanting Hazy Super Moon simmering coming to a boil just below the surface. A Sassy Sexy Sultry Siren. Springing up during the Gold Rush and leaving just as quickly.

Blame it on the Bossa Nova

JoyBaieda was an impromptu Madam when necessity dictated.

He Caught wisps of ghosts as she passed by. Softly illuminated by ambient light gentle rings of smoke formed Saturn’s Hallowed Halos around her womanly curvy body.

Truly she was a conversation Stopper. Men were lost in Ruminations absorbed in her sensuality.

We are Ebony Swans Ravens in Gilded Forests

Saturn’s Sunset Moon Rings

JoyBaieda Rueine slowly turned her elegant head barely acknowledging my presence whilst giving me that once over slow up and down visually assessment that Onyx Women are so very good at doing. Ever so gradually turning the rest of her towards me her lips opening beckoning yet the words burst the mood.

“This place smells like old mens ball sacs. It’s filled with filthy beer, whisky and gin soaked bums who look like they were just released from the local Bowery Mission hall. You’re operating a Holding Pen Wastrels! Are you running a homeless shelter populated with forlorn drunken losers? No. Wait. I just answered that question.

You promised me an elegant Bar & Grill serving upscale clientele. An elegant seaside Cabana. Now I feel like I’ve thrown my money down a sewer and invited all the Mole people to come in for cheap drinks on check day! The Eclipse will be here sooner than you think and you’re still not ready. And if we’re not ready. We can’t go and we’ll be left behind in the mid-1950s forever!

Pig headed bastard! You’re nothing but a Pretender to the Throne!”

Dream Lover Fantasy aborted. Bitch Mode in process. Engage. I felt like I was sitting in a cold damp mist after exiting a relaxing soothing sauna. Breath.

It took all the mental and emotional effort that Emerson Skreech could muster to form sentences that made sense. Word Selection. Operate. Emerson had to go through a mental flight plan each time he uttered a sound as he struggled with ill-fitting dentures as well as a pronounced lisp.

Breath. In. Out. In the midst of getting my scrambled thoughts into coherent words She made that serpentine motion with her tongue removing the salt from the edge of her drinking glass in one fell swoop.

Room John 3:16

JoyBaieda had consistently checked the dials, gauges, and meters wondering why the absorption rate was glowing so slowly that it was almost at a stand still. Formerly troublesome tremulous Nepenthes had ceased leaving their home-base making it even more difficult to feed the diameters so the process could continue. Even the formerly tremulous thermostat was silent. Quiet. Too quiet… Made her wonder if the Settlement would survive Then wonder why the Dayforming process had slowed down to the point of going in reverse.

Must employ the Wisdom of the Strix and their descendants The Nephilim

“There were giants on the earth in those days… the sons of God came in to the daughters of men and they bore children to them”. (Gen. 6:4) the Nephilim?

At that thought She spotted the little multicolored Whirlwind. As she watched it began to spin. As it spun it grew larger whilst moving in a circular pattern as it approached her. Then it began to take the form of a young man with a handle bar mustache, top hat and frock coat. Unexpectedly a beautiful young woman materialized along side him.

With the coming of the Strix Eclipse the Dead shall Mock the Living.

Quite the Dapper Gentleman aren’t you Uncle Henry and I see you’ve brought along Aunt Carrie! Carrie beating Henry to reply with a gentle noble head said, “I tired of the Gibber jab of Hibernia Watson and decided to accompany Henry on this quest,.

JoyBaieda breathed a sigh of relief that Aunt Carrie had accompanied Uncle Henry as Aunt Carrie was a skilled Steamstress. Surely Aunt Carrie could get to the root of the problem, speed up the Dayformer in readiness for the Eclipse.

Well Now Folks Let the Soiree Begin!

aunt-carrie_george-gordons-sister — Aunt Carrie ~~ George Gordon’s Sister

Weeks Prior

Here’s the Key. Persevere and keep it safe. Without it The Eclipse won’t accept you or your family. And with those words of encouragement Busker Boodle and his band of Merry Henchmen were on their way into the Universe.

The memory jerked itself from his mind then became morose and downcast at the uncertain yet certain reality any future relationship with the Gorgeous Hellecat.

Gorgeous Hellecat. The Odalisque.

Produce the Key and Live. No Key = Condemnation to a washed out Time Warp Fairy-tale Oasis.

The rate of Absorption is glowing slowly. And I know why.

This is a Tin Type photo of an unknown unnamed Ancestor

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One Word Photo Challenge: Family

On March 23, 2017March 23, 2017 By dancingpalmtreesIn Edward G. Palmer, Edward Gordon Palmer, Edward Palmer, Great, Great Grandfather William Henry Halstead, Hattie Banks, Hattie Finney Banks, Helen Garcia, Helen James, Helen Palmer Garcia, Mable Elizabeth Palmer, Mable Palmer, One Word Photo Challenge: Family, Stephen, Stephen Vincent Palmer, Thelma Palmer Varner, Uncategorized, William Henry Halstead, William Palmer13 Comments

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MARCH 21, 2017 BY JENNIFER NICHOLE WELLS

One Word Photo Challenge: Family

Part III: People, Places & Things

If you want to share a literal image of the actual word, do that. But if you’d rather play with word association, post something that reminds you of the specific word, or something you use the word for, do so. It only has to make sense to you. Have fun and keep on photographing!

owpc 2017

This week’s word is Family!

My Family Past and Present from the 19th Century to the 21st Century!

Grandfather William Palmer with 4 of his children 1923

My Grandmother Eva Sophronia Gordon Palmer

My Dad Edward Gordon Palmer

My Aunt Thelma Palmer Varner

Montreal 1970

Me and Dad

2002 MMC Graduate

Family Photo Collage

Mom & Dad

My Dad Edward G. Palmer

Grandmother Hattie Banks 12251974_Dayton Ohio

Eva Sophronia Gordon Palmer -- Grandmother

Aunt Carrie ~~ George Gordon’s Sister

William Henry Halstead Headstone ~ Sleepy Hollow

Fredrick H. Halstead_Sept. 6, 1898_Little’s Brother

William H. Halstead name as inscribed on the Colored Soldiers Monument in Washington, DC

Stephen’s Special Olympics Days

Stephen’s Special Olympics Days

Stephen as Robin Hood October 30, 2015

Stephen as Scarecrow

Holiday Empty Chairs

On December 16, 2016 By dancingpalmtreesIn Hattie Banks, Hattie Finney Banks, Helen Garcia, Helen James, Helen Palmer Garcia, Holiday Empty Chairs, Mable Elizabeth Palmer, Mable Palmer, Thelma Palmer Varner, Uncategorized34 Comments

Their places at the Thanksgiving and Christmas tables have been empty in some cases for many years. Some say you have memories but you cannot speak with a memory and you cannot hug a memory. The tears last forever.

For the ones for which I have no photos I pour Libation and speak your name that your memory may never be forgotten. Wounds that will never heal. Tears that flow like a river into seas and oceans far from the distant shore. Ase.

Delbert Callahan, Gladys Young, Linda James, Clarence and Mamie Finney and the list goes on of family and friends most taken from this earth way too soon meaning except for two all died in their 50s and 60s. Every year that I get older the more people my age who pass away. Sometimes I wonder if I’ll be next and in what circumstances I will leave this earth.

Bernadine I still miss you so much. I carry your prayer card in my uniform every day. I still miss your smiling face and your laughter. However I know as much sorrow is in my heart your daughter and two sisters are hurting more than me and this year there will be no Christmas for your Loved ones.

Empty Chairs. Sorrow-filled hearts. Even though my parents have been gone close to twenty years I’ve never completely gotten over their loss and probably I never will. I still feel that ache Thanksgiving, Christmas and especially on Mother’s and Father’s Day which I don’t celebrate. When my parents passed away and I had to go through all their belongings and sort out things in their home one of the things I made sure went into the garbage was the Christmas tree and all the ornaments, even the ones dating back to the 50s and 60s because what sense would it make to have kept those things when the people who gave them meaning are gone? Of course now my space is the size of a postage stamp so I’m glad I tossed that Holiday junk. Since I never married nor had children it made no sense to carry on any type of holiday traditions. I make sure my brother Stephen has gifts and we go out on the town but I stopped decorating and sending Christmas cards long ago.

Fortunately this year I will be working on Christmas day and I am happy for the welcome distraction. My job will help me take my mind off what is a depressing holiday for me.

Mom & Dad

My Dad Edward G. Palmer

Mom Mable Palmer

Mable Elizabeth Palmer ~~ My Mom

My Grandfather William J. Palmer with some of his children in Mt. Morris aka Marcus Garvey Park

My Maternal Grandmother Hattie Finney Banks

Old Tyme Family Photos

On October 3, 2016October 3, 2016 By dancingpalmtreesIn Edward G. Palmer, Edward Gordon Palmer, Edward Palmer, Eva Gordon Palmer, Eva Sophronia Gordon Palmer, Eva Sophronia Gordon Palmer -- Grandmother, Mable Elizabeth Palmer, Mable Palmer, Old Tyme Family Photos, Thelma Palmer Varner, Uncategorized, William Henry Halstead, William J. Palmer, William Junius Palmer, William Palmer19 Comments

William Henry Halstead Tombstone — William Henry Halstead Headstone ~ Sleepy Hollow

These are some some Old Tyme Family Photos mostly from my Dad’s side of the family some of which date back to just after the Civil War. The photos cover both the 19th and 20th Centuries.