His outing. Her odyssey. Same trip?
His outing. Her odyssey. Same trip?
Old Ves Carter had a mule and a wagon. On the back of the wagon he carried his plowing implements. Ves would come riding down the road, sitting high upon on his old buckboard, reigns in hand, and barking commands at his old mule, “GEE! HAW! WHOA! YA!” on his way plow-up a garden or field for one of the townspeople. A buckboard, for anyone who has never seen one, is an open four-wheeled, horse-drawn wooden wagon with the seat attached to a flexible board between the front and rear axles; hence the name, “buckboard”. The flexible board acts as a shock-absorber for what, most assuredly, would have been one hell of a rough ride without it. Old Ves directed the mule with a booming command of, “GEE!” which meant to go right, or a haughty “HAW!” which meant to go left. A command of, “WHOA!” meant to stop and “YA!” meant to go forward.
The sight of the old wagon being pulled down the paved streets by that old mule, with his hooves striking a rhythmic, “CLIPPITY-CLOP! CLIPPITY-CLOP!” Against the gravel and asphalt road and with Ves riding high, was a splendid sight, as well as an anachronistic one. Especially! considering that the time was the early 1970’s and buckboard wagons and mule-pulled plows had long since been replaced by cars, trucks and tractors. Ves Carter, his old mule, and his wagon and plow, were an image out of time and place, as well as a boundless source of exuberance and excitement for all of the children in our neighborhood.
“Old” Ves Carter was, indeed, old. I heard that he was so old that he had a hand in the plowing of the “Garden of Eden”. I never knew exactly how old he was until he’d been dead for a long time. As a matter of fact, until I visited his grave at Mitchell Grove cemetery and read his tombstone, I didn’t know that “OId” Ves was almost 100 when he died. I do believe he plowed that old mule and rode that old wagon right up until the day he died. However, riding down the street on his wagon, he appeared ageless and timeless.
Another group of men who used mules to ply their trade, were the Circuit Preachers of old. These Preachers traveled from church to church on a mule or horse, earning them the name “Circuit Riders”. In sparsely populated areas of the United States it had been common for the clergy, in many denominations, to serve more than one congregation at a time, a form of church organization sometimes called a “preaching circuit”.
Once, I heard tale of a very special mule. In this tale it’s told, that a salesman was traveling down a country road when he saw a large group of people outside of a house. He stopped and asked a farmer standing about, why the large crowd was there. The farmer replied, “Joe’s mule kicked his mother-in-law and she died”. “Well”, replied the salesman, “she must have had a lot of friends”. “Nope”, said the farmer, “we all just want to buy his mule”.
The Bible tells a tale of a man named Balaam, who also had a mule. In the Biblical account, Balaam’s mule saved his owner’s life. As it happens, Balaam was riding his mule on his way to do something that he wasn’t supposed to do. God had told Balaam to GEE! But Balaam decided to HAW! So, God sent an Angel to block his path but Balaam couldn’t see the Angel. However, Balaam’s ass could see the Angel and refused to go forward. Balaam beat his ass, cussed him and told him to YA! But, his ass refused to go forward! Fortunately for Balaam, the mule didn’t YA! For if he had YA’d, the Angel would have killed Balaam. Balaam’s ass saved Balaam’s ASS!
There is a good lesson in the story of Balaam and his ass which is: If God tells you to GEE! You’d better GEE! And if he tells you to HAW! You’d better heed his command. If God tells you to WHOA! Don’t just slow down; STOP! And when He says YA! Get off your ASS and YA!
“I know exactly what we need to get this party started!”
I can’t tell you who said that but one of my friends did say these very words.
But, the party almost ended before it could start. Why? Because of an unexpected ‘guest.’
Here’s what happened…
One night, my friends and I decided that we would all get together with our dates and have a ‘taco party.’
Everybody was responsible for bringing a side item. I volunteered to bring tomatoes and lettuce. The hostess, one of my best friends, provided the taco meat. The remaining attendees chipped in to buy the jalapeno peppers, taco shells, cheese, etc.
Well, one of us had another ‘side’ item in mind–and that’s the person who said, “I know exactly what we need to get this party started.”
You know s/he was talking about alcohol, right?
Again, I still can’t tell you who this person was; he or she will have to remain nameless.
Just know that it wasn’t me. Really, it wasn’t.
Anyway, as a group, we agreed to ride with ‘Nameless’ to Kroger to buy some wine coolers. Nameless said all we needed to do was find an old wino, give him two or three dollars and ask him to make our purchase.
Remember, none of us are old enough to buy that stuff.
Once we got to the store, Nameless found a wino to buy the goods. Just after the wino went into the store, Nameless rejoined the rest of us as we stood by the car waiting.
But then, the unexpected happened!
Somebody yelled, “There go Gwin Daddy comin’ out the store, everybody duck!”
I thought to myself, “Holy crap, what’s he doing here? He gon’ catch us–I just know it!”
Oh, but here’s the crazy part, instead of Daddy going to his car and leaving, he just stood, as if he were planted, right there by the doors; I mean that joker wouldn’t move! Dude just stood there and stood there and stood there.
I kept thinking, “What is he waiting for?”
Well, it didn’t look like he was waiting for anything in particular–he was just standing there sweeping the entire parking lot with a steely stare.
By now, our dear wino friend, who had just made our purchase, was about to walk out of the door.
I said to myself, “Oh hell, we cold busted.”
But before the wino could come out of the store, Daddy walked to his car, got in, and drove off!
Whew! That was close!
It’s on now!
🙂 🙂 🙂
YAASSSS! Daddy had a weird habit of showing up at the most inopportune times! Baby, that was NOT the first or last of these mysterious occurrences!
I don’t know; he had some kind of parental telepathy or something!
And on that note, Lady G got one thing to say to all the young babies that read this blog; and especially my dear Ric, “Me, your mammy and your pappy done already ran EV-E-RY game you trying to run now!”
Every last one–and I mean ALL of ‘em!
So please don’t get it twisted! We already know what you’re up to BEFORE you start! You’ll never be smart enough to OUTsmart your elders!
My Daddy used to tell me, “Girl, I done FORGOT more than you know!”
Elders, can I get an AMEN?
Now don’t get me wrong, just like Martin, Lady G love you kids and I want you guys to be smart and safe. Don’t be afraid to speak up when something ain’t right! If you get into a situation that puzzles you, call an adult. We’ll have your back!
Oh yeah, by the way, Daddy swore that he saw us all hiding in the parking lot! Fortunately for us, our little party ended without incident. That said, that’s not always the case.
Welcome to 1987! This is the figurative line of demarcation for Miss Time Machine. She’s threatening to quit.
Homegirl said that if we want to make it to 1988 we gotta walk. LOL!
Something tells me that I can convince her otherwise.
Are you ready for these jams? Just remember this is a random sampling. I ain’t got time to tell you about all of ‘em. Also, an asterisk means The Tracy-Gwin Doctrine applies (for more info on that just hit me up in comments.)
So, let’s get it:
My Jams ‘87
Casanova by Levert
Yes, honey! Levert brought it again with this bad boy!
I want to hold I want to squeeze ya too
I want to make sweet love to you
I want to be there when ya feel alone
Never letcha go, no
Gerald really was a big sweet Teddy Bear.
Chile Lady G still mourning that loss!
Don’t disturb this groove by The System
“All I want is just me and you (grooving baby, grooving baby)”
Them boys kilt it! By the way, ‘kilt’ is past tense for ‘killed’ in Black Southern Vernacular!
Very heavy on the synthesizers but still my jam!
Let me be the one by Exposé
Have you ever had a song that you only like parts of? Or is Lady G just strange that way?
My favorite part is:
Only you can make me feel this way
I’ll give you all, come on, let’s get away
This love I feel will never ever fade
I’ll give you more and more so…
No shade to the rest of the song but Lady G just listens for this part.
*The Pleasure Principle by Janet Jackson
The video of Janet dancing. Period.
Nothing else need be said.
Lies by Jonathan Butler
This is my girl Chevvy’s homeboy right here. Coming to you straight from South Africa!
This joker was the jam. Too bad it’s about a cheating ass woman!
“You cheated on me, you cheated on me
With a white lie, with a wicked lie…”
Chile bye, ain’t nobody got time for that- especially not Jonathan- with his good looking self!
*Jam Tonight by Freddie Jackson
Freddie took them damn lyrics and OWNED them!
He worked the hell outta that jam.
“Don’t you, don’t you, don’t you, don’t you wanna
Ooh, oh, oh don’t you wanna jam?”
Making love in the rain by Herb Alpert featuring Janet Jackson and Lisa Keith
I am guessing that Herb chose Janet to sing on this jam because she was a popular artist on his label. No shade to Janet, but Herb probably figured he should add another vocalist for good measure.
Now we cooking!
No one in the world by Anita Baker
Anita was in a category all her own. But…sometimes it sounds like she’s crying.
No matter, that Queen Diva could SING and she nailed this one.
Just call me Sherrick
This is the onliest song I ever heard by Sherrick.
But wait, before I start to lying, he did do a helluva cover of The Originals’ “Baby I’m for real.”
That said, let’s add that joker to these jams!
Anyway, I just loved Sherrick’s voice. He could blow! When he sang in his upper register he reminded me a little of Phil Perry. Seriously! Go google it!
“You can call me what you wanna…anything you want to….Baby just call…call me, darling, call me.”
Show yo’ right by Barry White
Y’all ain’t ready!! Honey, the Maestro is BACK!
Sho you right!
Love is a house by The Force MD’s
“You got the key!”
Y’all don’t know nothing ‘bout that!
I want your sex by George Michael
Chile, the Genie is out of the bottle! Baby, in the words of Little Richard, “And he ain’t never goin’ back!”
Georgie done started talking about sex!
Front and center!
But as he said, “Sex is best when it’s one on one!”
I feel good by Stephanie Mills
This Queen Diva sang the hell out of this jam–DO YOU HEAR ME?
Loving You by The O’Jays
What the hell did I tell you before? The O’Jays ain’t never goin’ out of style!
And that’s as it should be when the music is good and the vocals are on point!
*Curiosity by The Jets
“I’ve got to know, is she just a plaything?”
Yes, baby she’s just a plaything and so are you my love!
Hold me by Sheila E
Sheila getting all sultry and thangs!
If you don’t remember this one, I’d advise that you get to googling ‘cause it was the shit!
I’m Bad by LL Cool J
I had to throw this one in as a dedication to my high school sweetheart!
You gotta give it to LL! He wrecked the joint with this one.
“…I’m too bad for ya…understand?”
How many times has Lady G had to say that?
All in the name of love by Atlantic Starr
I’ll tell you upfront that I’m a diehard Sharon Bryant fan but the pretty Queen Diva singing this song did an excellent job with ole handsome what’s his name!
You know..one of them Lewis boys with the pretty eyes.
Anyway, get this jam in your life!
“All in the name of love between me and you.”
“You and me, we’re overdue for getting together baby…”
Don’t be lonely by Cameo
“Don’t be lonely you’re not the only one who feels the way you do.”
Larry and his pared down Cameo is still on fire.
Go on without you by Shirley Murdock
Never again, will I let you go, now that you’re home
I missed you so, I love you forever
‘Cause you’ve earned my love
And I just wanna say it’s because of you, I’m wiser now
BAYBEE! When Queen Diva Shirley hit that “because of you,” she shut it down!
But wait until you finish this!
Baby be mine by Miki Howard
“You never really got to know me!”
I just simply CANNOT with Queen Diva Miki!
NOPE! She KILT it!
I’m ‘bout to log off!
See y’all in paradise
I need you tonight by INXS
INXS! YAAASSS, the white boys are in the house.
Lady G and the white boys always got along well.
Just ask some of her old classmates!
Hell, that should come as no surprise. Your girl got friends all over the damn rainbow!
Anyway, this was one of my pop jams right ‘chere!
Every drop of your love by Stacy Lattisaw
Yes ma’am Queen Diva Stacy!
She DID that on this jam!
Just gets better with time by The Whispers
Another group that kept it coming through all of the decades!
But do you really think that both Walter and Scottie are singing at the same time?
They sound like ONE phenomenal dude to me!
Just want to tell you how I’m feeling inside
like I’ve been walking (cloud number 9)
Your love is rare and like the finest of wine
It just gets better with time
Said, it just gets better with time
Falling in love by The Fat Boys
At first, Lady G was a bit apprehensive about listening to a love song by some rappers, but the beat and the melody just cannot be denied!
“Fallin’ in love is a serious thing to do…before you fall in love make sure that love is true!”
I’d rock it right now TODAY–If it were an instrumental.
Rainy night by Chico DeBarge
Lawd! Tommy on “Martin” had me dying when he said, “Pretty Chico what dey called him!”
Well Chile this is one of Pretty Bobby DeBarge’s baby brothers!
He had longer hair than most women and this joker did NOT disappoint! He could sing just like the rest of them DeBarge kids! Queen Mother Etterlene DeBarge blessed them babies with some major TALENT!
Chico cut up with this one!
Sid and Oscar Productions
Anyway, Lady G ain’t gon’ address the whole DeBarge story. Just suffice it to say, Chico had to cut that hair before he sat down for them couple, two or three years.
“I wanna kiss the spot that makes you hot.”
Aww damn Chico!
Again, the witching hour is approaching! We running up on twelve o’clock kids!
Well, 1987, let me say that I love you; you taught me a whole lot! Peace to you!
Friends, be sure to meet me in comments to share your favorite memories and jams from 1987!
Next Thursday: My Jams ’88
Yaaaay!!! I’ve been nominated for the Blogger Recognition Award by my good friend and ‘cuz,’ Tony Vega.
Tony is an awesome blogger who shares his personal experiences relative to the establishment and maintenance of a sober lifestyle. Seriously, when you get a moment please go check him out! You’ll love his unique sense of humor and swag.
Thank you so much Tony!
As with any award, there are a couple of requirements and they are as follows:
And away we go:
Back in 2008, I decided to try my hand at blogging using the Blogger platform. I wrote and published one post. Period. The End.
Frankly, at that time, I didn’t like Blogger; it wasn’t intuitive. The whole thing seemed disjointed; there was just no connection.
Granted, this probably had more to do with the user than the platform 😉
Either way, in my mind, it felt as if I simply wrote an essay and uploaded it to Heaven-right on up to the Lordt 🙂
Sadly, as far as I know, the only person who read it was my play-play little brother, Miguel. What? You never heard of a play-play little brother? Don’t worry, I’ll explain that in a different post.
It should be noted that my blood brother, Tack, however, did NOT read it. LOL!
Back to my point. After I published that one post, I never went back. Sometimes, I think about searching for it and reposting it here. It was a tribute to my Granddaddy.
Anyway, earlier this year, I got the blog bug again. And as fate would have it, I kept seeing all of these sites with “wordpress” in the URL. Curiosity got the better of me so I decided to google it and the rest is history!
Google is a helluva drug! I’m a stone cold addict baby 😉
Fast forward to today! Here I am with you and I’m so glad because we might not have met otherwise!
Suffice it to say, I love blogging and I enjoy the many relationships that it has allowed me to develop.
Now that I got that part out of the way, here’s my advice to new bloggers.
Let me admit right now that I feel funny offering advice to new bloggers since, in comparison to most of my blogger friends, my blog is a baby.
Nominating bloggers for awards is always a sticky wicket! Most of you already know some of my favorites:
T. Wayne at A Joyful Process Blog
GeoGee at The GeoGee Experience
Ron Brown at Seek the best blog and Time Tunnel
Chevvy at Chevvy’s Studio
Woebegonebuthopeful at Heroically Bad Writer
Lennon Carlyle at Fabulous with Glitches
Lisa A at Life of an El Paso Woman
Nazmin at Naz-tastic
Tikeetha Thomas at A Thomas Point of View
Having said that, these guys are always free to accept and participate or decline, but I’d also like to nominate a few additional blogs:
A+B @ Moylomenterprises. I think they’ve already been nominated but that does not matter to me.
I don’t know if I went over the limit, but I wanted to make sure to show my appreciation for some of the many blogs that I read and enjoy. By the way, there are plenty of others that I follow and like; those bloggers are free to accept this nomination as well.
So there’s that!
Peace! Lady G is out!
Friends, I’d like to chat with you about some things that I have recently noticed.
Before I begin, allow me to warn you in advance that you may or may not agree with any of my observations.
That’s alright with me.
But, hopefully, after you read this, we will still be able to maintain a high level of mutual respect; even if we have opposing points of view.
In my mind, that is one of the hallmarks of civility; don’t you think?
Let me start by saying that I strongly believe that we ALL matter. Every single one of us.
However, based on several past and present events, I’ve noticed that some people do not agree with me. Sadly, I have no choice but to draw this conclusion based on the murders of Alton Sterling and Philando Castile; not to mention Trayvon Martin, Eric Garner, Michael Brown, Sandra Bland and so on…
To be blunt, I’ve noticed that, to some folks, we, as Black people, don’t matter much at all.
Assuming that this is the case, some of us have felt compelled to respond by attempting to validate or reiterate our value. Unfortunately, others have intentionally decided to misrepresent this validation in order to advance an agenda that is racially divisive.
To be clear, if I were to say to you, “Black lives matter,” recognize that I am NOT saying “ONLY Black lives matter;” I am saying that “Black lives matter TOO.”
To be honest, I don’t even know why I feel the need to clarify that point. Frankly, I find it ridiculous that I, or anyone else, would need to convince another human being that we all have the same intrinsic value?
Are we not an advanced civilization?
Anyway, I’ve also noticed another troubling phenomenon.
In essence, I have observed the tendency for some folks to attempt to deflect attention away from any conversation about the staggering number of deadly interactions between police officers and Black people by pointing to so-called “Black on Black crime.” They do this in order to imply that Black people are not as concerned when a Black person is murdered by another Black person. How ludicrous is that? To be fair, the next question should be, “Why are you concerned about ‘Black on Black crime?’ Are you working to fix it?”
If the answer is, “No,” then the follow-up statement has to be, in the words of Jesse Williams, “Then, sit down.”
To be honest, in most cases, I don’t expect that the answer will be “Yes.”
Now, before I proceed with my next point I’d like to stress the fact that most people are more likely to be murdered by someone that they know or interact with on a regular basis. That said, Blacks tend to kill more Blacks and Whites tend to kill more Whites and Asians tend to kill more Asians and so on and so forth.
Suffice it to say, we, as Americans, have a major problem with violence –across the board.
With that in mind, I would ask folks to resist the temptation to engage in conversational trickery, and, instead, I’d ask that they take a moment to think more compassionately about what happens to entire families and communities when a police officer, or anyone else, decides to use unnecessary deadly force against another human being.
To bring it home, folks should ask themselves :
What would I do if Philando Castile took good care of my autistic child? How would I explain his death? Why am I even HAVING to explain his death?
Finally, I’ve noticed that many of us are quick to paint all law enforcement officers with a broad and negative brush stroke –without considering the fact that they have a VERY tough job to do and they are often undertrained and overworked. To be sure, that’s the kind of thinking that led to the tragic murders of several police officers in Dallas.
It should be noted that I have a special regard for law enforcement; both my father and brother worked in that field.
Anyway, instead of complaining, we need to be sure to vote for folks who will insure that the right people are selected to say the oath and carry the badge. Clearly, not everybody is cut out for such a demanding and stressful career. Trust me, we will continue to see more and more abuse of power cases if we don’t start vetting law enforcement officers more closely.
I don’t know about you but I don’t want to deal with a short tempered simple-minded ass bully carrying a glock.
In addition, once officers are properly vetted and hired, higher-ups need to teach them how to, for example, de-escalate a volatile situation; we all know that it can be done. Sadly, it seems that de-escalation is more likely to happen when the suspect is NOT Black or Brown.
I’m just sayin!
By the way, it is not lost on me that some police officers have a tendency to ESCALATE an otherwise manageable situation. Again, proper law enforcement training is critical to a relatively peaceful outcome.
Ok, I’ve had my say. And to be brutally honest, it took me a few days to calm down before I wrote this post. I didn’t want to run everybody off! LOL!
Please believe that your girl was pissed the fuck off! But I am a little better now so I’ll go ahead and move on.
But before I go, let me warn you, those of us who refuse to get our act together and move forward in a loving and positive way will find ourselves in a state of extinction. No system can maintain itself with this level of insanity.
So, I know what I gotta do.
What about you?
And then there was the mailbox; the mailbox that sat in front of his house on South Street; the mailbox which he enclosed in an armor suit of red brick, painted white; the mailbox which guarded the house silently, like a pint-sized, “White Knight”, only opening its yawning maw to receive the mail or render it forth faithfully, to the King and Queen of the Castle; the “Castle” which the “King”—Granddaddy—had constructed from its foundation to its silver tin parapet.
In the front “courtyard”, he constructed a birdbath using; concrete, plumbing pipe, and a large, old, “Frisbee-shaped” Coca-Cola sign. I must admit that I, for one, was doubtful that any bird would go out of its busy way to bathe in this construction of Granddaddy’s, but I was wrong. Almost immediately, flocks of birds of many and diverse; colors, shapes, and sizes began visiting the bath; gaily splashing in its clear cool water; water which Grandaddy refreshed daily from the garden hose. I didn’t know so many birds needed baths! GEEENIUS!
Granddaddy was a genius with his hands. Gramp had the best and most well-constructed clothesline in the neighborhood, possibly in the whole town of Cuthbert. It resembled the old, “telephone poles” which suspended the wires that once lined the highways and bi-ways of our countryside. He built the “shelter” which, despite the fact that this was not its purpose, provided; me, my siblings, and our friends, a place to hang out; a play place out of the sun on sweltering summer days. He constructed the sidewalk from his house, to our house next door; the sidewalk which still has my handprints and footprints in it. It also has a divet from where my father’s shotgun discharged, accidentally, but that’s a story for another day. His final build, was a smooth-as-glass board of wood, which allowed him to transfer his body easily, from his bed to his wheelchair and from his wheelchair to his favorite spot on the sofa, after he’d lost both legs to diabetes.
“Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration.” ~Thomas A. Edison
“No one can arrive from being talented alone, work transforms talent into genius.”~ Anna Pavlova
He only finished the 6th grade in school, yet he knew many things; he knew how short the dog was. He knew the worth of my siblings and me because, he regularly pronounced, “I wouldn’t take a gold guinea for ya’ll!” I assumed that a “gold guinea” was worth quite a bit, at least I hoped it was! He knew how to encourage a young mind because, long before Jesse Jackson immortalized the phrase, “I am somebody”, Granddaddy announced, “You somebody!” He knew how to cultivate young talent. My brother followed him everywhere and learned many things and once, after I’d managed to install an old “wind-up” alarm clock into a plastic, “Ten-Cent-Store” Army jeep, in such a way that when the alarm sounded, the jeep “rolled out”, unstoppable; he called me a genius! I wasn’t one, if course, but to have heard his confident proclamation that day, inspires me to this day. GEEENIUS!
“To see things in the seed, that is genius.” ~ Lao Tzu
“Genius ain’t anything more than elegant common sense.”~ Josh Billings
He was a master of tobacco usage. He smoked a pipe; he smoked cigars; he occasionally smoked filter-less Camels; he smoked Prince Albert in the can, and he chewed Beechnut tobacco. Of course, tobacco is hazardous to one’s health, but the variety of his usage was GEEENIUS. His mastery of its usage was also GEEENIUS. He could sit on the porch and spit tobacco off the end of the porch, into the yard without sprinkling a drop—Gramp would probably not have agreed with that particular assessment though. When he smoke his pipe or cigar, in the living room, and the air was still, a wavy sheet of fragrant smoke would form; slowly undulating; riding on the back of a wave of still air—until, someone or something moved, breaking the reverie.
“Mastery of talent is GEEENIUS!”~Obsidius II
“Talent hits a target no one else can hit; Genius hits a target no one else can see.” ~Arthur Schopenhauer
Granddaddy was a man of few words. Granddaddy’s TV watching partner was Mr. Jule Wynn. Mr. Wynn was himself, quite a character. He was a very light-complexioned Black man, who resembled the character “Sam”—the bartender on the long-running TV Western series, “Gunsmoke”. Whenever Mr. Jule would see a good-looking woman on the TV, he’d turn to my grandfather and ask, “How ‘bout that one Charlie?”, to which my grandfather would respond, “Whoa, Lawd!” Mr. Jule would smile and turn back to the TV show. These two words spoke volumes between those two old friends.
When, as he often was, the butt of the “Jokester”, Uncle Harry’s jokes and stories, he usually suffered them silently, but sometimes responded with a stoic, “Harry lying”. When the “White Insurance Man” entered the house with his usual, patronizing and trite greeting; “GOOD OLD CHARLIE BROWN!” he would simply respond, “Alright, alright” and that was all. GEEENIUS!
“Genius might be the ability to say a profound thing in a simple way.” ~ Charles Bukowski
“Simplicity is the most difficult thing to secure in this world; it is the last limit of experience and the last effort of genius.” ~ George Sand
“Mediocrity can talk, but it is for genius to observe.” ~ Benjamin Disraeli
Finally, Granddaddy was a man who LOVED everyone! GEEENIUS
“Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius.” Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.
If the evidence that I’ve provided here doesn’t prove that MY GRANDDADDY WAS A GENIUS, then I don’t know what will; UNLESS, of course, you take my word for it!
“My Jams” posts include adult language and situations. Note: This blog follows the Tracy-Gwin Jams Doctrine.
“Wow Gwin, I’ve never seen Boomer respond to anyone like that before. Do you think it could be a sign?”
My Chemistry teacher, Mrs. Walden’s son, Boomer, is so cute! He has the brightest and bluest eyes that I have ever seen. It was so funny how he kept reaching for me and giggling.
I hope that’s a good omen.
By the way, it’s Homecoming and I am one of the candidates.
Since it’s halftime, Daddy and I were directed to line up on the field with the other hopefuls. As we marched out, they gave each girl a yellow balloon.
I think I have a good chance of winning but you never know with these things.
Just so you know, one of the other candidates comes from two generations of Homecoming Queens at our school– so there’s that. She’ll probably win because of tradition.
My best friend Sandra is also a candidate.
Let me tell you it’s not really fun competing against your best friend, but the football team selected the candidates so there was nothing that she or I could do but wish each other the best.
In the end, the student body will make the final decision.
I just saw my boyfriend, R, waving from the stands. He escorted me earlier this week at the Homecoming assembly. I love him so much! Maybe we’ll get married and have children someday. He’s a really smart dude so I’ll bet that our kids will be smart too.
SNAP OUT OF IT GIRL! Come back to reality!
Holy crap, Mr. Neal, our Principal, was just about to announce the winner but the microphone isn’t working. Now he’s standing there with last year’s Homecoming Queen trying to figure out what to do next.
Who won? Good grief! I think I’m gonna croak! My nerves are shot! My hands are shaking so bad that my balloon is bobbing like a fishing cork on a lake with a massive bite!
🙂 🙂 🙂
Y’all wanna know who won don’t you? Who won? Who won? HA! I think I’ll hold you in suspense until the end! And don’t you dare skip your ass ahead to try to see who won before you finish reading this post!
On a serious note, y’all if I could talk to Young Lady G, I’d say, “Enjoy it all–even if you don’t win, don’t sweat it, no matter what, have a blast!”
I’d also say, “Have fun while it lasts!”
I think I’d resist the temptation to reveal that there were two people at the game that night that will be GONE by this time that next year.
How are all my people doing on this mild evening in 1986? It is beautiful indeed!
Baby, let me tell you, these are the kinds of trips that our dear Miss Time Machine hates because, as you know, she thinks that they are not cost effective.
Never mind that sista ‘cause ain’t nobody got time to deal with a temperamental time machine. I say we just move away from her and all of her madness!
Let’s launch into these jams:
My Jams ‘86
Kiss by Prince
“Ain’t no particular sign I’m compatible with…”
Baby when Prince hollered that there! I died!
I can’t wait by Nu Shooz
They say that the chick singing this jam couldn’t dance so she is depicted in the video repairing ‘what nots.’
Be that as it may, this song was fire!
C’est la vie by Robbie Nevil
“That’s just the way it goes…oh yeah”
Just a happy, happy joy kinda song
Bet y’all ain’t know that Lady G speaks French. You’ll see in just a bit!
When I think of you by Janet Jackson
YAAASSS honey, this is when Ms. Jackson got musically turned out by Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis.
Vocals still leave a little to be desired but better than before! Music is slamming!
Funny how time flies by Janet Jackson
This jam right here was my junk! Do you hear me?
That French spoken intro? Whaaaa?
Baby, I took a little bit of French in high school so I understood that sister when she parles le francais. Your girl comprends!
Allow me to interpret what she said:
“Something, something, something, today, something else, another word, blah…I love you my dear!”
YAAASSSS, I still got it!
Maybe I should ask my pretty French speaking follower, Voulaah, from Madagascar to do the real interpreting. Get it girl!
The Rain by Oran Juice Jones
Holy shit! Did you see Oran Juice Jones stalk his cheating woman in the video of this jam?
Talk about hilarious! In one scene, he is shown casually smoking a cigarette as his lady and her secret beau walk by. Homeboy never says a word; he just watches the whole thing!
I hollered when I saw that.
Watch the video for a good laugh!
Sweet Love by Anita Baker
So this was me and my high school sweetheart, R’s, jam!
There is nothing like young love right?
Candy by Cameo
Another one for me and R!
We used to ‘dance’ and play pool in the recreation room at his house
YAASSS baby that’s how them joker’s rolled! They was living large!
Do know that we damn shole didn’t have no recreation room at my house.
Go ‘head on Black middle class!
I see you Queen Diva Shavone ! YAASSSS!
I think it’s Love by Jermaine Jackson
This one doesn’t really remind me much of anything in particular. But I love it just the same 🙂
Maureen by Sade (1985)
A beautiful song! It has a personal and special meaning to me!
Let’s keep it moving!
War of the Hearts by Sade (1985)
R and I would groove to this jam in his family’s recreation room!
So let me describe this place:
Imagine a large dimly lit room with a full length fully stocked bar. Add to that visual a large music system with shelves of albums and tapes! YAASSSS! Now imagine a couple of nice seating areas which included a booth on one side and a couch and loveseat on another side.
The pool table, that I mentioned before, was a few feet away from the booth.
I think you got the picture right?
Anyway, back then I had no use for liquor so the bar was just an obstruction to the music system. But with that said, I was all about those albums.
R and I had so much fun in the recreation room listening to jams, eating pizza, and fooling around…..with our coloring books 😉
But wait, it gets better!
Eva would come over to visit R’s mom. Chile those two sisters would kick our asses out of the recreation room so they could jam Marvin Sease’s “Ghetto man” and “Candy licker.”
Them chicks would have cocktails and laugh all night long!
Hell Eva and my Aunt Bob continued to jam Marvin Sease for years after that!
Tasty Love by Freddie Jackson
“Work my love around…make it all come down, give me that tasty love.”
Another lover hole in yo head by Prince
Prince was just showing out on this jam! It just gets no better!
Peep the intro, it has an Indian vibe to it.
Closer Than Close by Jean Carne (A Badass Georgia Peach)
“Hold me clooooooooooserrrr.”
Baby Queen Diva Jean DID that on this jam!
Do NOT be fooled, this Queen still sounds as good as ever!
Go google it!
Do you get enough love by Shirley Jones
Ain’t nobody talking about The Partridge Family’s mammy!
Which, by the way, I love The Cowsills; they are the group that The Partridge Family is based on!
I am crazy about “The rain, the park & other things.” I change the lyrics a little bit to fit me-people who know me in the real world will immediately know why!
Oh hell, I’m sorry–I just got distracted like a mofo!
Anyway, this here is one of them Jones girls! Get your love life with this one!
Pop, pop, pop Goes my mind by Levert
YAAAASSSSSS! Gerald is on the SCENE!!!! Here we find him with the group Levert which was comprised of his brother Sean and friend Marc Gordon.
Chile, Gerald had everybody saying, “He sound JUST like his daddy!”
Yep, that would be the one and only legend Eddie Levert of the O’Jays!
One Love by Whodini
“One love, one love, you’re lucky just to have just one love.”
Heaven in Your Arms by RJ’s Latest Arrival
Just too sweet!
Stay by The Controllers
Baby I have been known to pull this joker right here out in the middle of a work day!
Despite the canned nature of the music, the vocals cannot be denied.
If I am not mistaken these are my Alabama homeboys.
“…it’s always a pleasure when I am making love with yoooooou, you’re so fine, baby please staaaaay with me..”
Kiss away the pain by Patti LaBelle
I mean it! Bow down right damn now!
I JUST cannot with Patti on this jam!
If you don’t like this one you have not one soul bone in your body!
“Please come back baby, please come back baby—kiss it away…we don’t even have to explain..”
OKAAAAAAY??? Alright then!
Let’s go out tonight by Levert
When I heard this, I died!
Y’all music has murdered me so many times!
See y’all later in the upper room! LOL!
Off to the cemetary for my burial! Tout suite!
Say la la by Pieces of a Dream
Baby all the HBCU bands are playing this joker right now TODAY! Do you hear me? I guess the band directors are reaching back and pulling jams that old heads like me remember!
Well all I gotta say is hell to da yeah!!!!
This was my shit right here! Whaaaa?? A funky little go-go vibe!
In 1986, if you saw me, you heard this!
“…she makes my heart skip a beat, her love is so sweet, she really knocks me off my feet and I gotta say la la la la la la la la la la…..means I love you!
Fellas, think of me when you play this jam!
Sexy by Klymaxx
“Sexy that’s what they call me, ‘cause I’m so sexy…yeah…whoooa whoooa whoooa!”
That’s your girl Lady G!
Stay a little while Child by Loose Ends
Another one that kills me!
“Why don’t you…stay a little while child!”
Baby, me and my people would be bumping that album, Zagora, for the foreseeable future!
“Who are you” —Whaaaa? I loved that jam too!
“Nights of Pleasure”–Huh? Another hot one! Gotdamn!
We gotta stop meeting like this by Teena Marie ft Ronnie McNeir (1984)
Go back and listen to this! You will NOT be disappointed!
My Dear Mr. Gaye by Teena Marie (1984)
And while you’re at it, listen to this one too!
Hot wild unrestricted crazy love by Millie Jackson
Hell I had to throw in some Millie for kicks and giggles!
All jokes aside, that Queen can sing and this was a very nice jam. Too bad it’s one of the only jams she did that we could listen to on the radio! LOL!!
Millie Jackson bad as hell! Y’all don’t want narry day of Millie! The State of Georgia is in the house!
🙂 🙂 🙂
MEANWHILE, back at that 1986 Homecoming Football Game:
Holy crap, Mr. Neal, our Principal, was just about to announce the winner but the microphone isn’t working. Now he’s standing there with last year’s Homecoming Queen trying to figure out what to do next.
Who won? Good grief! I think I’m gonna croak. My nerves are shot! My hands are shaking so bad that my balloon is bobbing like a fishing cork on a lake with a massive bite!
“Daddy, it looks like he’s walking towards us!”
Drum roll pleeeeeeeeese!!!!! AWWWWW Yeah!!!!!!
Well 1986, we must, once again, part! I love you but I got to go!
Friends, be sure and meet me in comments to share your favorite memories or thoughts about the year that was 1986. Be sure to bring your jams to the afterparty!
For Darrin and Doreen
❤ ❤ ❤
My dear followers,
I felt the need to write this post after a ‘conversation’ with another blogger about my blog’s focus. During this ‘chat’ I explained that I can be a bit enigmatic; moving from one voice and perspective to another –from post to post.
Fortunately for me, my dear blogging friend understood. However, I do realize that some readers will find my tendency to shape-shift confusing at best and off-putting at worst.
So, in an effort to set things right with my followers, I have decided to offer an apology of sorts 😉
To all of the readers of this blog I apologize to you if you came here looking for social or political commentary, but instead found a random story about my mama, my brother, my dad, a balloon man, scalloped potatoes, my kids, dogs, Germany, Vincent Price, knock-off treehouses, and/ or anybody and anything else that came to my mind that day; not to mention pictures of broken flip-flops.
I also apologize to you if you came here looking for a message of inspiration, but instead found yourself in 1985 with a 10th grader recalling memories along with a list of Soul/R&B classics that include observations from a sexy, sweet, spicy and saucy, no-holds-barred dame. WHEW!!!
I hope that my apology will be accepted by any follower/visitor who has left my blog feeling slighted due to any of the aforementioned!
But don’t expect me to change anything 😉
Why? Because, just like everybody else, I am a complicated human being; I am not always the same girl. Therefore, I think that my blog should reflect a similar level of complexity.
Thankfully my core followers know this. In fact, they are accustomed to me executing a script flip.
I pray that my new followers will get this too 🙂
Anyway, before I log off, please know that I am very grateful for all of my visitors and followers, new and old, who have stopped by and supported my spot.
Thank you and I hope that you will continue to come back. Holler at me in comments; I’ll always respond 🙂
But remember to brace yourself and expect an eclectic assortment of God knows what 🙂
Gwin, aka, Lady G
“Mama, I’ll be right back!”
Everyday at twelve o’clock, I had a standing lunch date with handsome Mr. Jones. Did it matter that he was married or that he had twelve children?
Nope! Not to me.
As far as I was concerned, his marital status was of no consequence.
Why? Because his wife knew all about our midday meetings. In fact, she orchestrated them.
Ok, so let me stop you right now before your mind wonders too far in the wrong direction. You see, Mr. and Mrs. Jones were our neighbors and I would ride my tricycle down the hill to their house each day to eat lunch and chat with Mr. Jones.
By the way, Mrs. Jones, who always prepared and served the food, usually did not join us as she had several daily chores to complete.
Now, you might find this hard to believe, but I did ALL of the talking and Mr. Jones did all of the listening. I remember how he would shake his head in agreement as I lamented over my three-year-old trials. He silently commiserated with me as I spoke about the difficulties of making mud pies. He smiled and listened intently as I gossiped about every last one of his twelve children—who, by the way, were all in school.
Sorry Jones kids, now you know who sold y’all out 😉
And so it went, everyday, me and Mr. Jones! We had a ‘lunch thing’ going on-right up until the day that my family and I moved across town.
After we left, The Jones family missed us and we really missed them.
As I grew older, I would often think back on my time with Mr. and Mrs. Jones. Mama and I talked about them all the time. During one of our conversations, I remember asking Mama why she allowed me to eat there everyday; I mean they had twelve children to feed.
I asked, “Why was I allowed to be the thirteenth mouth?”
“Wasn’t I a burden?”
Mama smiled and replied, “Girl, if you didn’t go down there for your sausage and grits, Mrs. Jones would call me wanting to know where you were and when you would be coming.”
Eureka! Right then, it occurred to me that I was just as much a blessing to Mr. and Mrs. Jones as they were to me!
Well friends, Mr. and Mrs. Jones understood a very important spiritual principle. In essence, they knew that generosity breeds abundance.
They shared what they had, so they received much more!
It is written in Proverbs 11:24-25 (ESV):
American author, educator, and clergyman, Henry van Dyke once said, “Genius is talent set on fire by courage”. As written, the quote renders a unique definition of genius. The commutative of the quote could be rendered, “Courage, sets talent on fire, to form genius”. The lady in the picture is NOT, of course, Charlie Brown, but her name IS Charlie. She is Charlie Will Thornton: a profile in courage; a talented educator; a fiery Civil Rights Activist, and therefore, by van Dyke’s definition, a GENIUS. She is a local hero in Randolph County.
For many years following the Civil War, Southern government “officials” were relentless in their plot to deny African Americans the right to vote. They diabolically, designed and developed, “tactics” which prohibited and precluded African Americans from voting. One of these “tactics” was to remove registered, African American voters’ names from the roll of registered voters. Other tactics included, but were not limited to; terroristic violence and economic intimidation, literacy tests, poll taxes, permanent disenfranchisement upon conviction for certain crimes, creation of super-majoritarian districting schemes, ‘grandfather clauses,’ and ‘white primaries’. “In 1956, only 25 percent of all black adults in the South were registered to vote; a number which stood in stark contrast to the 65 percent of all white adults who were registered. In 1960, only 9.1 percent of the voting age blacks in Montgomery County, Alabama, were registered, in contrast to 46.1 percent of the voting age whites. In two other Alabama counties, populated predominantly by blacks, none were registered” (Randall Kennedy).
It was in the hellish heat of the brutally boiling climate of the 1955 South that “officials” removed the names of registered African American voters from the electoral rolls (list of voters), of Randolph County. This type of tactic was nothing new in the South, however, this time, the act would not go uncontested. The African American leaders of Randolph, began a petition for the purpose of garnering enough names of disenfranchised African Americans, to meet the minimal standard required for a class action lawsuit against the County. According to laws of that time, the magic number of “class members” usually required to enjoin this type of legal action was 22 or more. The final number of members who signed the petition in Randolph County was “22”, the “magic number”.
To proceed with the class action lawsuit, one member of the “class” had to be designated the “lead plaintiff”. This person would represent the entire class and, as a matter of fact, all of the disenfranchised African American voters in the County. This courageous person was, Ms. Charlie Will Thornton. She was chosen because she worked outside of the County and thereby, falsely believed, to be beyond the “reach” of the long, gnarled, and crooked arm, of the Randolph County officials. She, however, was not. Although the plaintiffs won the case, Ms. Thornton lost her job and was “black-balled” by all of the surrounding counties’ Boards of Education. She was forced to work, housekeeping, janitorial and other menial labor positions before returning to her true passion, teaching, several years later.
The other 21 members of the “class” were extremely courageous, in their own right, for their names were public and easily within the sweeping grasp of the “long arm” of prejudice, inequality and injustice. Among these names were: Eugene Carter, Sr. (husband of Aunt Vulla the Comet’s sister); Eugene Carter, Jr. (son of Aunt Vulla and the Comet’s nephew); Jule Wynn, (frequent visitor and friend of Charlie Brown), Leroy Lightner, (fellow Church member and Deacon of Charlie Brown; AND last but not least, number 10 on the list of “the Magic 22”, GOOD OLE CHARLIE BROWN. In the case of these 22 people, COURAGE IGNITED TALENT, RESULTING IN TRUE GEEENIUS!
Join us next week for THE CONCLUSION of “GRANDDADDY WAS A GEEENIUS!”