If You Really Love Someone you Never “Get Over it. Or Move On.” Like some people tell you to do. I guess they expect you to forget even though a major portion of your life is now gone. That’s like telling somebody who loses arms or legs that they should accept the fact that they are missing limbs. You may adjust but you will always remember what you once had.
Grief and sorrow last forever. That’s how I feel about my Dad. He was a Provider, Protector and someone I could rely on. I could go to my Dad for advice and comfort. Losing him was a support system now gone. No one and nothing can ever take his place. Every day reminds me that he is no longer here and I will never again hear his voice. An emptiness at those end of year holidays that everyone else celebrates but are no longer available for me.
It’s an ache and a pain that never goes away. It’s a disconnect from the world as you once knew it because that world, that Happiness and that Joy will never return on this earth again. However one day we will be reunited once more and things will be as they should be.
Edward Gordon Palmer ~~ February 11th 1930 to May 13th, 1995.
Mom & Dad
My Dad Edward G. Palmer
My Dad Edward G. Palmer
Me and Dad
Daddy Florida 1986
Our Florida vacation around 1986
Dad’s 1st car early 1950s. DeBorah Ann Palmer
The King had found his Queen and for 40 years they reigned together.
To All My Readers of African Descent Listen to the part of the Video that says the Buffalo Soldiers did not look for or seek recognition or validation from white society to succeed. Obviously in American Blacks and all people of Color are under attack. We are not wanted. Many are hoping to see our erasure from the landscape however Take Pride in your Race. Our Culture! Our Traditions! It’s Up to Us and We as Black People cannot rely on other races to assist or to support our causes! Do For Self!
Despite negativity from evangelicals and fundamentalists We Will Not be wiped out or exterminated. The success, riches and wealth of America was pretty much built on the backs of Africans. We are here and we are not going anywhere!!
Ladies & Gentlemen, Loyal and Trusted Followers! First I want to send you Tremendous Thanks for Following me on Espiritu en Fuego and on my Photography Blog Roaming Urban Gypsy.
Feel free to join me on Instagram. The link is listed below. Some folks dislike Instagram which like that old Bobby Brown song is Their Prerogative. I have found Instagram to be an Excellent Platform for my photography. I can share my photos and get feedback from other photographers.
One does not have to be a professional photographer and of course you will find family vacation photos and pictures of every day life. Instagram gives a peek into the lives of people around the world. It’s a great way to connect with people you might not meet on Facebook or WordPress.
As most of you know I work as a Museum Security Guard. Many if not most of my co-workers are extremely talented and gifted artists. Yes they do have their own personal shows but Instagram provides a way to showcase their work to those who cannot attend their shows or who live far away.
Does it have issues? Naturally! What social media does not but just like Facebook and WordPress ~~ Use that Block and Report Button. Overall my experience on Instagram has been wonderful. I’m happy to have joined this medium. I will continue to use it and enjoy sharing with others as well as enjoying the photos fellow contributions.
Maybe Instagram does not have the “Gravitas” that certain people expect or look for but sometimes it’s all about Fun and Enjoyment. The same way that years ago my Dad used to show family, friends and subject my potential boyfriends all those Koda Chrome Slides dating back to the early 1950s (And Yes I still have my Dad’s Slides but no Slide projector).
Pretty much nobody has or uses Koda Chrome slides or slide projectors. My Dad used to have most of his photographs develop as slides or prints. Those of you born in the 40s, 50s, & 60s remember taking your film to be develop. Now I’m sure that still exists and professional photographers still use film that has to be developed but it’s a rare occurrence.
With the advance of technology and the advent of digital cameras and cell phones that take photos that are just as good if not better than cameras we are in a new age. Yes that does mean there will be crappy photos but just don’t follow photos you don’t like. Change the Channel. Any type of change or progress comes with pluses and minuses.
I do plan to honor my Dad, Edward G. Palmer by digitizing his slides and creating, developing a Photography show to give Daddy the exposure that he did not get while he was alive. I salute both Old & New Technology. Having a Good Time on Instagram.
My Dad Edward G. Palmer
My Dad Edward G. Palmer
Me and Dad
Our Florida vacation around 1986
The King had found his Queen and for 40 years they reigned together.
Whose Flag? The flag that ignited the Trail of Tears and condemned my Native American Ancestors far from their Promised Land?
The Flag that ignited Manifest Destiny and stole, robbed, cheated and raped millions of Indigenous peoples to broken treaties, destruction and death.
The Flag that ignited the slave ships of the Middle Passage where my African Ancestors were kidnapped from the Motherland. Denied their heritage. Their religion. Their customs and traditions. And what of those thrown overboard as so much excess baggage. Or the others who jumped rather than condemn generations to slavery and Jim Crow.
The Flag that ignited the Dred Scott decision telling us we are only 3/5ths of a man? Where are we in the signing of the Declaration of Independence? Do you see any Native or African Americans in those paintings? Not even any women! So do we salute a flag, a symbol of colonialism, slavery, Jim Crow and racism? Since we were not included by the Founding Fathers most of whom were slave owners?
Do we honor a flag that forced my parents, grandparents and great-grandparents to get off the sidewalk when white people approached? Get to the back of the bus. Settle for sub-standard schools and housing. Forced sterilization which was done throughout the Southern Bible Belt states.
The flag of Dixie-crat racist Strom Thurmond whose death revealed the Black Daughter he had kept hidden for nearly 70 years?
Read the story of Fanny Lou Hamer one of the Mothers of the Civil Rights Movement.
What of our white Sisters and brothers like Murders of Chaney, Goodman, and Schwerner up to and including Heather Heyer? White Americans who fought evil and lost their lives. Does the flag represent them?
Does this flag represent the two Indian engineers who were murdered or the Chinese doctor who was dragged from his airplane seat?
Did that flag represent the Chinese Exclusion Act of 1882.
What of the Japanese Americans who were stripped of all their worldly goods and sent to camps just because they resembled the enemy? And By the Way who is our enemy?
What of the 16th Street Baptist Church in Birmingham, Alabama–a church with a predominantly black congregation that served as a meeting place for civil rights leaders where Four young girls were brutally killed.
What of the the nine who were murdered last year in South Carolina during a Bible study by one whom they welcomed as a fellow Christian but who turned out to be a demon.
Tell me again why I should put my hand over my heart or in my case salute since I am a U.S. Army Veteran for this flag. This flag who denied my Korean War Veteran Dad who was in uniform and hungry. Who tried to get a hot dog and the white man said we don’t serve Niggers?
Tell me why this flag and this country whom my Great, Great Grandfather William Henry Halstead who fought in the Civil War still denies it’s promise to me and all his descendants?
Did and was this flag the covering for the slave master who barged into my Great, Great, great, great Grandmother’s slave cabin late at night and forced himself on her?
Did and was this flag the covering and excuse for the Married Redneck Drill Sgt coming to my barracks and calling my name after hours?
Tell me again why we honor this flag and why does this cloth not live up to it’s promise to ALL Americans?
I dedicate this song to my parents Edward and Mable Palmer and my Aunt Helen Palmer Garcia. I Love this song. Even though it is from my parents generation I can relate to every word she sings. The Lyrics have so much meaning especially for those who have lost loved ones.
A few nights ago I dreamed of Daddy and Aunt Helen. Stephen was in the dream also. Me, Daddy and Stephen were in our home in St. Albans, Queens, NY.
I was talking to Aunt Helen on our rotary dial telephone. Daddy passed away in 1995 Aunt Helen Palmer Garcia in 2010.
When I’m under stress and sad those I loved the most return to me speaking of happier times. That way I can once again be happy and joyful in a safe protected environment.
Espiritu en Fuego/A Fiery Spirit 