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Thanksgiving and another day in the life of Aunt Ira Mae…

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Crawfish Creek Manor

Yesterday, I received an update on Aunt Ira Mae’s Thanksgiving week. She chose to stay in the Crawfish Creek area and spent most of her time with her new “Mr. Roy”. She begin with how he makes the worst coffee since the discovery of the coffee bean! There in the morning right! Their week was quiet and peaceful and they never lack for conversation.

He had told her of the love of his life whom he had lost after fifty years of marriage, and she disclosed briefly her failed forty-year marriage. They walked the pumpkin patch to find that perfect pumpkin that he would use make a pie, by now she has told him that she was allergic to cooking. In the afternoon, they had road around in his old pickup truck and found the perfect Christmas tree. This was a special time since she said he had not celebrated the holidays for years, and she had always hoped they would fly by quickly.

To her surprise, he had enlisted the help of some younger neighboring farmers and their wives to help decorate his house inside and out, it took on a special glow, another first for her. Then the day ended and he took her home. As they pulled out of the long driveway, she said that as she looked back the farm looked like it was out of a Norman Rockwell painting. She confessed that she begin to cry, somehow he understood and patted her hand gently.

He said for her not to be sad that it would all be there tomorrow.  “Well of course, and early, I have a Thanksgiving dinner to make for my new friend”.

Then she added what I had been waiting for…

They entered the front door and she turned to Mr. Roy saying…

“Mr. Roy, would you like a shot of Jack”?

“Girl, of course”. His smile broadened.

Passing the “Gathering Room” they stared at a sea of blue waves and curls; it sounded much like a chicken farm. “Cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck”!

When she and Mr. Roy walked past them a silence fell over the room, she heard the Warden say to the others , “Well I never”! Aunt Ira Mae turned to face her saying…

“And, you probably never will”.

I am so pleased that she has found a bit of happiness and one would think after almost a century, it has been a long time coming.

I am beginning to think like her in the fact that as we age we should just be thankful each day that we wake and keep telling ourselves…breathe damn’t.

 

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Citizenship a “right to have rights”…

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In listening to President Obama tonight, November 20, 2014, brings to mind another time in this country when prejudices were alive and thriving within the borders of the United States of America. The blood of the first true American runs through my veins and I am having a problem with the views of “immigration” in this country by the “descendants” of immigrates. These people are now citizens of this country by either birth or becoming a citizen after coming to the United States. The rhetoric has not changed throughout the years. It is like being ugly and poor, if you are not beautiful, rich and powerful you chances of getting into the “club” are zero.

My father was born in 1903, he, his mother and their people Southeastern Chickasaw’s were not recognized as American citizens until 1940, by then he was married and had two children; I was one year old.

In 1924, The Act governing Native Americans did not include those born before the effective date of the 1924 Act and it was not until the Nationality Act of 1940 that all born on U.S. soil were citizens; my father was thirty-seven years old before he was to be recognized as a “REAL AMERICAN CITIZEN”. Many Native Americans, who were granted citizenship rights under the 1924 Act, may not have had full citizenship and suffrage rights until 1948. My father’s right to be a citizen of the United States of American was granted to him by “Immigrates or the Descendants of immigrates”

I have to wonder what my father and those who came before him, those who were drove from their lands, walked the Trail of Tears, those who help build this country would have to say about how we look upon the way those in power, the people we voted into office are reacting to today’s immigration decisions, have they forgotten their ancestors who came to this country and were welcomed with open arms.

I believe we need to stop and think about how we look in the eyes of other countries, to people who may want to make America their home. How many of us do not respect our President, how we are not accepting change.  Are we moving forward or backward?

This is only my opinion and mine alone, of one who watch their father being discriminated against as a child. A father who was not allowed, to walk down the same street next to a powerful white man. A father who worked hard to make a living with little education. A father who would take food off our table to give to someone passing through who was hungry and did not have a job. A father who would fight for all people, be understanding of differences, and fight against discrimination. My father, a True American!  

Getting off my soap box…11.20.2014 ajm

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REBLOGGING…’The Story of Hungry’…

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WE STILL NEED HELP FIGHTING HUNGER

Billy Shore

Founder and CEO, Share Our Strength

‘The Story of Hungry’

Posted: 11/06/2013 9:45 am EST   Updated: 11/06/2013 10:25 pm EST

Everyone has a story to tell. Unfortunately, for 16 million American children, that story is one of hunger.

We often discuss what hunger means for kids from an adult perspective — lower test scores, poorer health, a weakened ability to escape the cycle of poverty. But what does hunger mean to a child? To better explore this question — the one that is perhaps the most important question of all — we at the No Kid Hungry campaign turned to the art of storytelling.

To illustrate the fear and pain hunger causes a child, No Kid Hungry today will premiere “The Story of Hungry,” a short, animated film depicting hunger through the eyes of a young girl, on our website and on the Rachael Ray show.

To this young girl, her hunger is not focused on the fact that her grades will suffer, or that she doesn’t have the proper nutrition to grow. To her, hunger is scary and emotional. To her, “hungry is the meanest, ugliest monster you’ve ever seen.”

The good news is, we can change the story of hungry for our youngest generation. Making sure kids have access to school meals can make a huge difference. The No Kid Hungry campaign is working with partners across the country to rethink how school meals are served, whether in the classroom or on the go, which can change a child’s day, week and even her future.

You can help us change the story of hungry. Watch and share “The Story of Hungry” today, at storyofhungry.org, and start the conversation about how you can help end childhood hunger in your own community.

Together, we can make No Kid Hungry a reality in America.

“The Story of Hungry” was conceptualized by the CAA Foundation, the philanthropic arm of Creative Artists Agency, and was brought to life through the talents of Hornet Studios director Julia Potts, with contributions from music producer Justin Stanley, featuring the voices of Bess Frierson and No Kid Hungry national spokesperson and Academy Award-winner Jeff Bridges.

Reblogged 11.11.2014

 

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Book at Amazon.com…

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IN SEARCH OF WORDS

 

Ann Johnson-Murphree Poetry Books – A Collection of Poetry
The 8×11 coffee table books that will display well . The matte cover is classy and inviting. Within each book the reader will find approximately fifty poems.  A length pleasing to browse, read one or more; they will find a connection, a meaning and a purpose in each poem.

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Weekend Visit with Aunt Ira Mae…

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Day before yesterday I left all of you with Aunt Ira Mae’s “do’s and don’ts” of moving into senior housing, her accounting of the Manor; her moving to Hell-Town, USA and many of its inhabitants, the people from “hell” as she deems them. Let me start by saying that I have visited her and that I do not believe all senior housing is as the Manor; not all people in the Manor or town are like those that she has encountered. However, I have witnessed those who appeared to be friendly, turn within time.

My introduction to her neighbors was they walked, shuffled, or wheeled up and down the hall trying to get a glimpse of new people. My first impression of Independent living was, “Aunt Ira Mae, are you sure this is not a nursing home”?

Upon leaving, the gathering room was full of blue haired old battle-axes, yes their actions gave this impression; they migrated to the lounge area by the elevator. Any one that tells you old people cannot see, do not believe them. They were like vultures waiting for the death of a road kill, peering with their tiny beady eyes at me, knowing that their minds were wondering how I was related to Ira Mae. I smiled and kept moving.

This weekend I made a quick visit, the “Warden” as Aunt Ira Mae named her, and her sidekick that she named “Mouth”, met me outside the elevator. “Ain’t you the woman who moved her Aunt in here”, hollered the Warden. Mouth replied, “Most people think she is a crazy woman, moved in speaks to no one, we know she smokes and drinks; and she is gone all day”! I looked at them respectfully and smiled as I walked away.

The Warden bellowed out, “We ain’t going to like her”.

I got in my car and left…like Aunt Ira Mae says, “She takes her shot of Jack every day and just keeps telling herself to breath damn’it”.

Since I have now heard from her I will need to call her tonight and “catch up” on the gossip.

 

10.27.2014 ajm

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A Sachet of Poetry…

 

About adoration, aspirations and yes asylums…

 

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On Sale…

 

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IN SEARCH OF WORDS

 

Ann Johnson-Murphree Poetry Books – A Collection of Poetry
The 8×11 coffee table books that will display well . The matte cover is classy and inviting. Within each book the reader will find approximately fifty poems.  A length pleasing to browse, read one or more; they will find a connection, a meaning and a purpose in each poem.

http://www.amazon.com/Sachet-Poetry-Adoration-Aspirations-Asylums/dp/1500483354/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1413302456&sr=8-1&keywords=ann+johnson-Murphree

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Thank you for your support.  ajm

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Books at Amazon.com……………..

Ann Johnson-Murphree Poetry Books – A Collection of Poetry
The 8×11 coffee table books that will display well . The matte cover is classy and inviting. Within each book the reader will find approximately fifty poems.  A length pleasing to browse, read one or more; they will find a connection, a meaning and a purpose in each poem.

http://www.amazon.com/Sachet-Poetry-Adoration-Aspirations-Asylums/dp/1500483354/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1413302456&sr=8-1&keywords=ann+johnson-Murphree

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Thank you for your support.  ajm

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Finding Greatness…

Where do dreams start, first in your heart (desire), second in your mind (the process), third set them in motion, if you can dream it, you can make it come true.  This I believe, and time or age should not be a factor, think big then appreciate the small blessings.

I have had comments on my blog that are positive when I post poetry or prose, those that indicate that efforts were a waste of time, I trash!  I am doing what I want with my life and I will always run into the naysayers, doubters and those who believe that my butt should be planted in a rocking chair and my hand should be holding knitting needles.  Instead, I sit here with laptop balanced on a rickety old table pounding out poetry or a short story idea and scoff at those who would try to kill my dream, a dream in the making over a lifetime and the last ten-years spent in learning and creating.  Of this creation process has been born three poetry books and one of my personal art.

I am  not intimidated with rejection slips, I am a member of the rejection slip club and our membership is huge; yet, we refuse to give up our dreams.  In this club, I am in the presence of good writers, and creative excellence that has yet to fulfill their dreams.  We are all on a journey to find ourselves, to meet the excellence of who we were intended to be.  It is a roller coaster ride, for every ten “no’s” there is a “yes”, we dream of one day hearing “YES, YES, YES”!

You must not only follow your dreams, you must fight for them, again age, time, place, and conditions cannot stop our dreams.  If you do not go after your dreams, you will be responsible for them being “crushed”.  At the end of your life, have no regrets.  Look around, dreamers created all of the many things that you love.  So, your dreams may not come as soon as you would like, be patience the side trips toward your dream could inspire you in other ways toward your greatness.  A part of your personal growth in life is because of your dreams, without them would you be who you are today?

Doing what you want in life attracts those who are jealous, ignore them; do not try to justify your dreams with these people; they are not worth your time.  Following your dreams may give them the inspiration to find their own dreams.

Again, age is not a factor in following or finding your dream, stay motivate, look at failures as a learning ground for growth and always remember that there are no rules in life where dreaming is concerned.  Never set boundary around yourself, or let others wall up your dreams.  Take a chance on finding greatness.

 

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