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FOND MEMORIES OF MY FATHER DURING THE HOLIDAYS AND BEYOND!

LIFE STARTS HERE.jpgToo often it has been stated that black men are not there for their children,  or men in general are slacking off from their responsibilities.  I have a different perspective.

 My father was a WWII African American Veteran.  He was on the front lines of  that war,  from the way he described it to me when I was a kid. 

I used to love to listen to  him tell stories about work,  or some about the Army Reserve. 

My father had been given a waiver and also given a license to practice as a Practical Nurse when he came out of the service of the United States Army.

  He  became an Army Reservist.  He was a Sgt.  in the Army Reserve. When I was a child he would take me to the Army off of Atlantic Avenue in Brooklyn, NY.  I used to love it there during the Christmas  Holiday!  That place was so gigantic to a small child. 

I would run and play amongst the army tanks, and jeeps!  I loved the smell of the gasoline, and heavy metal vehicals.  That was my second home when my father would take me there for parties, to get my gift from “Santa.”!  

  Upstairs in the rooms where the party with Santa was held, there were so many rooms.  The other children and I would sneak from “secret room to secret room” until our parents would call us to come sit on Santa’s lap!  My father would always know everybody there. 

 When I think back,  I did not know what “racism” was until I got into my teens.  My father was friendly with every army reservist there!  There was laughter, and jokes and smiles,  pats on the back and introductions to the other families and their children! 

 I recently found a letter from him to my mother when he was on Army Reserve upstate at Camp Drum.  This letter had been written in 1960’s.  He was telling my mother to pick up his check from the hospital where he worked. 

 He also said that he missed her at the end of his letter.  That was touching to me because it seem that when became severely overcome by diabetes his attittude had changed toward my mother. 

 He eventually passed  when I was 21 years old, from an enlarged heart, and kidney failure.  He suffered trememdously  from  diabetes! 

 I remember watching my father give himself a needle in the stomach.  He had been put in the hospital a couple of times. 

But one thing I noticed about my father, was that he refused to stay home from work.  He went to work everyday. 

He had two jobs.  He worked in what was then called Brooklyn Jewish Hospital,  and Creedmoor Children’s Hospital.

  He would leave for work at 10:00 p.m. and not return home until the next day at 5:00p.m.  My mother would have dinner prepared,  he would take his shower and go straight to bed. 

 He never got many hours of sleep at home. He worked in the Emergency Room at Brooklyn Jewish Hospital at night.  He worked at Creedmoor Children’s Hospital during the day. 

He provided a large bungalo house with a big yard for his family.  My mother called him a WORKAHOLIC!!

His major concern was  that my mother provide him with clean clothes, and dinner.  He could handle the rest. 

On the weekend my father would take me to the park after he had had some sleep. 

He would make sure I had done my chores and then the rest of the afternoon was my time with him!  He loved to play handball with people he had met in the park while I ran around with my friends at the  playground. 

 I never had a bad experience at that park in Cambria Heights Queens NewYork!  As I got older the movies with Bruce Lee came out and my father and I truly enjoyed everyone of those on Saturdays.  

 I remember seeing “Enter the Dragon and a whole host of other movies!”  I became so involved that I started buying Karate Magazine and my father  enrolled me in the Jerome Mackey Karate School. 

 I took up judo!  The Karate Teacher looked very mean and he yelled alot.  So I took judo instead.  I loved being tossed about. 

Except for one time that my judo partener  did a move I did not expect and tossed me so hard that my bottom lip slid across the canvas mat. 

 My feelings were hurt and I never returned to that judo class again. 

 You see,  I loved the sport….but I was a bit shy,  and did not really like the violent part. 

 But  looking back now I realize how I must have had a deep crush on Bruce Lee,  because when he died I was heart broken—for a long while. 

 I read the book on his life and death.  I met my husband when I was 28 and don’t you know it —my husband had two black belts?

  I was shocked.  He had a black belt in IKEJUJITSU  and Korean Karate—oh,  and he also had a black belt in sword, and weapons fighting too

  I was floored,  and excited that I was marrying someone who had such skill.

—-Getting back to my father,  he purchased an above ground five foot 20 or more round swimming pool which he very rarely used himself.

  It was for the family –and he worked so he was more interested in sleeping!  My father allowed my mother to express herself in decorating.

  He even assisted her in opening up an antique shop on Jamacia Avenue in 1965! 

  He was a special man and He was a SPECIAL BLACK AFRICAN AMERICAN MAN!!!!   

  In closing I would like to state that we must remember the good in aALL MEN!!

  No one is perfect.  But try to remember the best in the people you have met.  There are always opportunities to build up your husbands and fathers. 

 Let’s try to decrease some of the negative press against the Black/African American Men,  and Men of ALL RACES for that matter. 

Show a man in your life that you care, and that you appreciate the kind and good things that they do for you.

    It is always easy to find the weaknesses and the errors—But for the sake of your children build up their selfesteem by being role models that they will remember up until they are middle age 47 year old  woman like myself.

  What you do today will defintely last a life time, and will go to the next generation after you are gone! 

 Enjoy the Holidays, and keep safe!

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FOOTBALL HAS GONE TO THE DOGGS!!!!!

When I heard the Michael Vick story I got so disgusted,  I said oh, no.  What is wrong with this guy?  He has the American Dream right in the palm of his hand!  He has the opportunity  others dream about!

  He has the chance to change the lives of young white,  black,  brown,  yellow,  children by starting foundations with some of that “hard cold Sports Cash!”  What is this guy’s problem?! 

I have lived in neighborhoods where I had the  ability to see young men between the ages of 14 and  25  walking around  with thick bodied pit bulls on leash and some off  leash.  Those young men would stand in a group and talk while the dogs would sit or stand timidly beside the tough looking owner with the brand new unscratch sneakers and fitted caps, and puffy bomber jackets.   

 These guys would scare me a little.  To be honest,  these guys scared me alot!!!  You know why?!

  I am and always have been a lover of God’s creations!   I love animals! 

When I was a young teenager I used to take the long ride out to Freeport Animals Shelter and volunteer.  I grew up seeing my cat give birth. 

More recently  I rushed my dog about five years ago to the Vet.  when she gave a breach birth.  The puppy had come out alright,  but the mother and run from her own pain and the puppy popped out on to the floor. 

 I got her and her new pupps to the vet.  just to find out that everything was fine except for that little glitch!  

 I helped a Saint Bernard that was wondering lost up and down my block  before I was even twenty.  The dog was sick and we did  the best we could for it.

  My mother used to leave food in deserted car dumps when she would see a pregnant female or one that had appeared to have given birth recently. 

 After she would gain the animals trust she would then put it in her car and take it home. 

 My  mother would get in touch with her friend Joyce.  Joyce was well conected with animal assistance organizations. 

 She  would then get the “saved” dog free medical care,  and free spay or neuter.  After that my mother and Joyce would place ads in the newspapers to get the saved,  healthy animal a home. 

So please understand,  I never did,  and do not currently have any one requesting me to write a blog about this Michael Vick  issue,  it is something that comes purely from the heart.

Michael Vick is black.  I must state the obvious!  But Michael Vick’s actions do not equal the actions of all black sports players,  or black people in general. 

 All Michael Vick did was add to the climate of racial hostility! 

I have read the AOL blogs on the Michael Vick case and  all I see is total anger and racial hostility and it is being wiped across the entire race of black American’s because of this”guy’s”  horrible,  evil actions. 

 People talk about being enslaved,  and how bad it was for the  “black Man,  woman,  and child.”  

 But should we who have been freed from that terrible life of slavery,  now turn and enslave others….even if it is just a dog?!  

 I do not understand the enjoyment of watching animals tear into each other.  I had two dogs that were brothers.  I midwifed them,  and  raised them.

  The two bothers loved to play fight.  The two dogs would play and fight so hard I sometimes tried to stop them.  

 My son would say, Mommy,  leave them. 

 They are just playing!  I would watch and then the dogs would stop their rough play when one would yelp or  they would just lean on each other,  lick each other’s face and then lay down to an exhausted sleep. 

They  loved  each other  and would not harm the other.  The two dogs would even play rough with my son by jumping on him,  licking him,  and tugging at his clothes.  If one dog jumped the fence the other dog would follow.  They were inseparable! 

That is why that unnatural goal of dog fighting is evil.  To turn two animals against each other,  or train an animal to attack another animal on the grounds of   “general purpose,” makes no sense at all. 

 From my readings on the topic, and life experience tells me that dogs, or wolves,  are pack animals.  Generally dogs may show aggression for many different reasons. 

 But most times they do not want to “fight to the death.”

  I have read that they give those dogs cayanne peppers,  and other things that are not healthy for the dogs stomach to make it “mean.” 

Such ignorant, and willful abuse!  The victim of this is the “pit bull”–

My  question for Michael Vick , “Why are you using dogs for violence?  What would make you believe that there was nothing else you could do to help your brother make an income for himself?

   Why would you hang, torture,  and electrocute helpless animals?   The dogs only had their teeth,  and yet you had a brain.  You were the more dangerous of the two living. 

This is a tradegy for Football!!!  It made me wonder if  Football is such a brutal sport that is messes up the mind of the Football player and how he preceives the world around him. 

Do Football players in general think or believe that no one cares for them and they have alot of pain from sports injuries so they do not care about the pain that they inflect on countless others in their personal lives?  I would like an answer, that I know I will never get from Mr. Vick. 

I will share more  of my personal feelings about animal rights tomorrow;  and why it was unfare to have Michael Vick get an easy way to go on this one..  on this man who did not appreciate the opportunity handed to him. 

Why do I feel somehow responsible for his actions?  

 Is it because I share the same “race” as Michael Vick ?   I have read blog, for blog stating negative things about black people that sound like things from  the sixties because of what Mr.  Michael Vick has done to animals. 

Lets face it,  how he treated the animals,  could be translated into how he would treat another human being!-

   I  read in the Black Voices blog of AOL that the judge on the case for Mr. Vick is well known for his love and animals and is also known for his dislike of gambling! 

 Look out Mr.  Vick.  I pray for the family of Mr.  Vick.  I pray that people in general take a reality check on how they treat animals. 

It scares me that we do not consider animals to have rights!   Especially when this country has helped so many people to escape abuse on so many levels of inhumanity! 

 Gotta go—I have a ThanksGiving Meal  to cook!