Sunday, June 6, 2010

The Cultural misfit---

Evvy and me at the awards ceremony
Oh my, Elyse and I started clapping Glory to God, this morning, when we heard the praises on the radio, in the gregorian style. We acted out and clapped and started chanting "Go! gregorian" Ben said that is inappropriate, you are not supposed to "act black" to not black music was his unspoken meaning. I thought it was glorifying God in the Holy Spirit. If it is the Holy Spirit, why can't we act out anytime Jesus is praised in truth? It is not dignified. When they sing gregorian, we don't praise Him like that. Why? We were not in public, we were in the car?

Don't mind her, he often says, she is not from this country, referring to me. The children know the appropriate times, for some reason. Whenever Black people- "go there" it is appropriate to "Praise Him" No matter what they are saying. I am sitting there saying, what are they getting excited about, she didn't say anything to glorify God. So we had an argument about it. Somebody is going to have to help you with your cultural misfortune, he said to me. You are so culturally stubborn. I am not trying to be culturally stubborn. I am trying to praise God. Nobody taught me how to be "Black". I learned to praise God and listen to the words, apart from the cultural rearing. So sometimes I am the only one praising God and shouting, like when we went to a concert of some children praising God, in Latin. Why are you shouting, Mommy? Don't you hear what they are saying, isn't it always right to praise the Lord, when children are praising Him? You are embarrassing us. I am sorry.

Ben saw a girl and said, she reminds me of you, because she speaks English.

I said, Honey, I am speaking slang, with you. I am trying to be Black. You know what I mean, he says. No, I don't. I speak the same English that you speak. No you don't, he says.

Now, I know that my husband thinks that I speak "sidditty". I married him to be "Black". No matter how much I try to fit in, He goes up to people and tells them, that I joke and do different accents. He will go to a strange person and tell them, my wife is from your country. He is not joking. Every other country, but Black America. I said is it not black to speak articulately. I am trying to pay you a compliment, He said. I missed that joke.

Aren't you happy to be articulate? Aren't you trying to be articulate? No! I have been trying to talk like you.

"What we have here is a failure to communicate!"

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Title- The Studious One!

Title-  The Studious One!
artwork by Elyse

Of biscuits and syrup

Of biscuits and syrup
tasty treats

Happy Saturday!

Happy Saturday!
a day at the Raptor Center.

Widdle Emmie in outer space school

Emmie jumped on the bus and off it flew out into the atmosphere. There was a set of clouds with turbulence right above the house and it took a few minutes for my Emmie to buckle her seatbelt. They hit the bump hard and it knocked my Emmie out of her seat and she bumped her head. The video camera came on and the monitor looked through and stated, Ms. Emmie, where are you? You are not in your seat. Where are you? I am alright I fell because I hadn’t buckled correctly. Well jump up Emmie we have a long way to go and you have to be buckled there is entirely too much turbulence in the stratosphere for you to unbuckle now. As soon as we are through this weather system there will be straight sailing but right now you must buckle. Emmie scrambled into the seat with intensity and purpose now. She watched every cloud pass her window and her nose was pressed to the window trying to see the top of the house as it drifted slowly out of sight. Soon they were not only out of sight of the house, the sun came out brightly and just as quickly they were putting on the atmospherical breathing apparatus and the outerspherical lights. The ABA and the OL. These precautions were to make them appear to be satellites to the radar as they were out in the ionosphere. Emmie knew all about this now. She had gone to the orientation and had a good breakfast and it took them 20 minutes for her to get out past the atmospherical pull and to feel the zero gravity. It would be 15 minutes before the gravity simulators would take effect, a glitch in the system which was being worked on. Until then, they enjoyed the couple of minutes of floatation, while being connected to the seats by belt. The first thing they saw everyday was the strataflotsam. The items which had been dumped into the atmosphere by earlier generations. What would their generation do about this ecological waste area that remained floating above their heads? This was a question for the generations. For now it was the area that they had to guide through on the way to school.

Midnight at the OASIS

Midnight at the OASIS
Sunset in Huntersville

My little Emmie

ran to the bus on the first day of the last year of school. 2 buns on the side of her head. She kissed me and ran at dawn to the bus. She was starting the adventure of a lifetime. I would never see that little girl again, she was going to woman school!

My Father and I 1989

My Father and I 1989

to the tune of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme


Are you going to Mary Immaculate?

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

Remember me to the one who lived there,

He once was a true love of mine,

Tell him to buy me an acre of land,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

Between the muddy Hudson in Jamaica Bay,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to sow in it seeds of pure cream,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

And build Ice cream mountains and buildings of whipped cream,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to reap them with sickles of M&M’s,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

And chew bubble gum and eat till we’re done,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine.

Tell him to run it off down the motor parkway,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

After your done 50 pushups

and jog down the West Side Highway,

Then he’ll be a true love of mine…

(Don’t wait for me today dad, The kids are sick again, My tummy’s bulging again, My heart is aching again, And now there’s no love there…)

He once was, a true love of mine….So, Girls, I do beg you don't miss your Daddy,Apricots, Chocolate cherries and Pie,You have one short chance to see him on this side, Go visit him and let your light shine.