A Charming Southern Cottage in Augusta

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Lady G of Seattle at a cottage in Summerville (Augusta, GA)

Salutations!

After last week’s post about my visit home, I got a lot of questions from people who were much too chicken to post a comment on the blog, asking about the accomodations in Augusta.

Well, basically, my dear friend, Lady G of Seattle, rented an Airbnb during the holidays and I must say that she stumbled upon a hidden GEM!

To be specific, this darling little cottage was nestled in a tony section of Augusta known as Summerville.

Now…

If you are a fan of the idea of Southern class, grace, charm, civility and hospitality, this type of place will DEFINITELY exceed your expectations!

According to Lady G of Seattle, the host at this cottage, Mr. —….don’t ask me his name…was the penultimate proprietor! She shared that his main goal was to ensure that all of his guest’s needs were promptly met.

Indeed, this visit was a much needed positive shift away from a world filled with folks hell-bent on hatred and destruction!

And so…

If you’re ever in Augusta, consider staying at a Summerville cottage like this one.

They are absolutely approved and endorsed by the Ladies G!

Love and light,

LadyG 😘💋💋  Don’t forget to like, follow and share!

 

I Went Home Today!

 

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Godfather of Soul (a picture of a picture taken at Nacho Mamas in Augusta, GA)

Ok, so I didn’t go home today.

I actually went home yesterday, but somehow “I went home yesterday,” as a title, didn’t quite have the same ring to it.

LOL!

And so…

Yesterday, I went to my hometown of Augusta, GA.

Yep! Home of The Godfather of Soul…James Brown.

Not to mention the Master’s Golf Tournament.

And yours truly, LadyG.

Anyway, the purpose of my visit was to see one of my best friends and sister, Gloria and her son Zoser.

Together, Gloria and I are the Ladies G!

LOL!!

At any rate, Gloria and Zoser, who happens to be on his way to bonafide celebrity-dom due to his burgeoning singing career, flew home from Seattle to Augusta for the holidays.

Naturally, I could not allow them to fly back into the Northwestern sunset without us getting together.

So…

Me, Lady J and Rod rolled over to Augusta for the day and had a BALL!

I’m sure if you asked those two they’d tell you how “interesting” it was to hear their mom chatter on and on about her old Homecoming Queen highschool glory days:

“Mama was the Homecoming queen and a Varsity Cheerleader for 4 years…and….”

“We know, Mom…you were blah, blah, blah, blah, yada, yada…”

They had heard it all before!

—No less than 10 zillion times.

Sorry friends, I have truly digressed!

Never mind that, please enjoy the following pictures from a hometown visit with some of my favorite people.

Love and Light, Lady G 😘💋💋

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The Ladies G
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Together Again

 

 

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Zoser and LadyG
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A Pensive Lady J
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What did I do with my phone? Oh it’s being used to take THIS picture! 😜

 

 

 

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In Loving Memory of Christopher, my baby brother.

I’m Digging this Kid!

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If LadyG wanted to brag, she would say something like:

“EVERYBODY LOOK!  MY GOD SON, ZO, IS OPENING FOR ALLEN STONE!”

LOL!

Since I am NOT a bragger, I shall resist the temptation…

But I will say this, if you are anywhere near my hometown of Augusta, GA tonight, you need to run down to the Imperial Theatre by 7pm to check them both out!

You will NOT be disappointed!

YAAAAY GO ZO!!!!!

If you want to learn more about MY handsome, unique, intelligent and multi-talented God son click here

I’m so shameless!!! LOL!!!

I love you guys!

I missed you and I’ll be seeing you all soon!  As always, more love and light to you all!

LadyG 😘 💋 💋

 

Musical Affirmation: 10/27/2016

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Alternate title:  Lady G, The Golf Pro and Barry White

“I’ve Got So Much To Give” by Barry White (1973)

If you like your symphonic soul dripping with sexual chocolate this one’s for you!

The Late Great Barry White!

All of that unmistakable BARITONE with strings, horns, and every instrument in between.

That’s my kinda heaven 🙂

Ain’t that right Ms. Eve?

YAAASSSS!

There was no one like him before and none since!

Bow down!

And so…

Today’s message:

As a kid, I would often tag along with my Daddy when he went to play golf.

You see, I was born and raised in Augusta, GA.

Home of The Masters Tournament!

And, believe it or not, just about everybody in Augusta played/plays golf.

Baby, when I say everybody, I mean EVERYBODY!

There was no accounting for socioeconomic class when it came to the game of golf 😉

Basically…

If you didn’t have a lot of money, you played at a public course.

If you did have some money, you played at a private course.

One thing you didn’t do was play at The Augusta National.

Unless your name was Robert Trent Jones, Sr aka Bobby Jones

Or…

John D. Rockefeller, III

Or…

You were some other kind of magical sorta somebody like my Dad 😉

Yes, you read that right.

My Daddy played The Augusta National!

How’s that?

You see, years ago, The Augusta National employed their own golf caddies.

Interestingly enough, many of them were Black-maybe all of them were.

I don’t know.

Anyway, one of my Daddy’s friends was a caddy.

Well, back in those days, The Augusta National would host a caddy appreciation day.

On that day, the caddies could bring a guest to play a round of golf with them on the course.

And, as you might have figured, Daddy’s friend invited him.

Lesson:  

You never know who can make something magical and amazing happen in your life!

Expect the unexpected 🙂

Sorry for that major digression!

Back to my story.

One day, when I was about 11 years old, Daddy and I went to the golf course (NOT The Augusta National).

I really can’t be sure why, but, for whatever reason, I decided to stay at the clubhouse with the Golf Pro whom everybody called…

Wait for it…

“Pro.”

Anyway, Pro was a short, ruddy complected red-headed White dude who loved nothing more than a good laugh 🙂

And, since I loved to laugh too we would often joke around together.

I guess he thought I was a funny kid 🙂

At any rate, after a whole lot of guffawing and tomfoolery, Pro and I decided that since it was Saturday afternoon, we should go in the Pro shop, turn on the TV and watch, of all things, “Soul Train.”

Seriously?

Seriously!

I can vividly remember hearing Pro say, “I betcha didn’t know I liked Soul Train!”

YAAASSS!

Now, to be very honest, the visual and audio dissonance between this man’s appearance and the “Soul Train” theme song almost caused my little mind to implode!

No matter…

There we were, me, Pro, Don Cornelius and all of the “Soul Train” dancers.

On”the hippest trip in America!”

And the ride was fabulous!

Until…

Don Cornelius introduced the next guest!

“BARRY WHITE!”

Uh oh!

After seeing Barry White and listening to the opening notes of his song, Pro immediately rose from his chair and changed the station.

He then looked at me and said, “I like soul but that’s too much soul for me.”

And, with that, we both started laughing like hell!

In the end, we settled on a rerun of “Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom!”

Good ole Marlin Perkins.

And so…

What is the point of this horridly long story?

Here’s the point:

Although Pro was open-minded, he had his limits!  Poor guy, he never took the time to learn that Barry White was a musical genius who conducted his own Orchestra!

Love Unlimited Baby!

Pro, didn’t know what he didn’t know.

He missed an opportunity to take off the limits and further broaden his experience 🙂

And now…

Today’s Affirmation:  I am open to new and exciting experiences.

Yes!

Let’s go forth into new and exciting experiences!

We can:

Try a new cuisine!

Listen to some new music!

Read or learn something that is completely foreign to us.

Meet some new people; preferably some folks who have a background that is very different from ours.

Take a different route home.

Go some damn where else.

Now I’m going with Barry.

How ’bout you?

Get into it!

Love and light my friends 🙂

Lady G

😘💋

My Jams ’72

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It’s 1972 and Diva of Soul just got back from the Zippy Mart in Eufaula

This post is a continuation of the “My Jams” Series.  If you haven’t already, please check out “My Jams” posts for 1966-1971

There’s a whole lot of ruckus going on today.  Mama is gathering things and Daddy is going back and forth between the house and the carport.

The TV is on and Trooper Terry, the weatherman/kid’s TV show host, is talking about how hot it’s going to be today.  To prove his point, he asks his animated friend, Freddie, to elaborate.  Suddenly, as if by magic, a very sweaty Freddie appears at the bottom of the screen and immediately begins to melt into a puddle of liquid.

Need I say more?

I hear Daddy say, “Bay, did you get everything?”

Mama says, “Yeah, I put all the clothes in the suitcases—you can go ‘head and put ‘em in the trunk.”

Shortly thereafter, Mom leads me to the car.  Although I am a bit bleary-eyed, I ask, “Where we goin?”

Daddy says, “We going to see Grandma and Granddaddy.”

I ask, “Are we gone see RonnieEricLeshiaandLenel?  Sorry folks, I tended to singsong my big cousins’ names.  Mama smiles and shakes her head to express the affirmative.

Now that I know that, I’m good!

Needless to say, just before we leave, mama pops her 1971 “various artists” 8-track into the tape player.   Then she gives daddy a moon pie and a cold drink. Remember, it behooved us to pack our own snacks in order to keep from having to make too many stops in rural Georgia towns. I’ll let you ponder our reasons for keeping those stops to a minimum.

Anyway, after taking a big bite of moon pie, Daddy looked at me and said, “Bay, go to sleep.”  We’ll be in Eufaula ‘bout dinnertime.”

Mama asks, “Georgia time or Alabama time?” He says, “Alabama time.”

Side note:  In cities that border Georgia and Alabama, there is no such thing as Eastern or Central time; it is either Georgia or Alabama time 🙂

Phenix City, Alabama is a different story altogether.  I’ll tell you about that some other time.

At any rate, as I start the process of getting settled, I hear Al Green croon, “I’m so tired of being alone…” I look over at mama, and for the first time, I notice that her stomach is getting bigger 😉

And with that, we rode out!  Right into the summer of 1972!

Yes sir, you know what time it is!  Greetings and welcome to 1972!  Are you good?  I hope so!  Please believe that as long as I got my Mama and Daddy everything is copasthetic!

Anyway, let’s do this!

My Jams ‘72

“Let’s Stay Together” by Al Green

You might as well know upfront that you will see Mr. Green’s name on this list again!

Y’all, I love me some President Obama, but he needs to leave this song alone and stay in his political lane!

“I’m so in love with you, whatever you want to do is alright with me.”

Baby I wish I had some extra keys on my keyboard so I could accurately demonstrate the way in which Al styles this verse.

Good Gawd!

“Superstition” by Stevie Wonder

I’m not gonna lie; this song scared the wits out of me when I was little.  Even as a young’un, I knew that there was something spooky going on here- hell I didn’t even need to know what the word “superstition” meant to know that it wasn’t good.

No matter, I still love it!

“You Ought To Be With Me” by Al Green

What did I tell you!  I told you that you would see this name again! HA!

Goose bumps, goose bumps, goose bumps!  The horns, the organ, the guitar, THE VOICE!

Aw sh!t now!

“I don’t want to waste my time/ if you want to be a friend of mine/I want to hold you tight, love you right/Put good feelin’s in your night”

What Al does to the word “night” at the end of that lyric…  I JUST CAN’T!!!!!!!!!!!

“I’m Still In Love With You” by Al Green

Yeah, I can see right now that you don’t believe fat meat is greasy! There are no words!

“I Wanna Be Where You Are” by Michael Jackson

“Could it be I stayed away too long!”

I can barely contain myself!  At this point, I don’t know if I can finish this damn thang!

“Ask Me What You Want” by Millie Jackson

If you don’t know who Millie Jackson is then somebody needs to freeze your assets and take your freaking soul sista/brotha card!

Mama’nem (Translation:  Mama and them) use to bump the hell out of this 45!

Yessuh…Millie can blow!  She is something of a home girl for me; straight outta Thomson, GA.

I think I read somewhere that Millie might not have liked this song that much.  To me it doesn’t matter if she liked it or not; hell we couldn’t tell.

A great singer can belt out the dictionary!

“…and I’ll try my best to get it, get it, get it, get it!”

 “Harry Hippie” by Bobby Womack

This is a beautiful, but sobering, song.

I heard that “Harry Hippie” was really meant to be more of a folk or country type tune.  Clearly, Bobby must have said, “To hell with that!”

Mama used to play this one when she was getting ready to run everybody’s behind out of the house party.

Time to clean up!  As they say, “You ain’t gotta go home but you gotta get the hell out of here!”

“Work to Do” by The Isley Brothers

After you finish reading this blog, I want you to go listen closely to that damn piano on this jam!

What??? Bananas!!!!

NO!  I simply CANNOT!!!!!

“…I gotta make it for you, I gotta make it for me!” Ron! Ron! Ron! Ohhhh Ron!

If you dig that piano, you might want to go check out their song “Brown-eyed Girl.”  No worries, it is not a remake of the pop song.  It is something altogether else baby! If you do, let me know what you think.

 

Well it looks like my work here is just about done! Farewell 1972!

But before I go, I have to list these:

“Woman’s Gotta Have It” by Bobby Womack

“Victim of a Foolish Heart” by Bettye Swann

“You’re Still a Young Man” by Tower of Power

“Santa Claus is Coming to Town” by The Jackson 5

“Trying To Live My Life Without You” by Otis Clay

“Doggin Me Around” by Johnnie Taylor

 

Your move!!!!

 

Next Thursday:  My Jams ’73