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Happy Father’s Day to all the Father’s (and Mothers who are fillin’ those shoes!) It’s your day.
This is my first without mine. He passed last October, ten days after his 79th birthday. I miss him terribly… Cherish yours while he’s here.
Happy Father’s Day*
Nov. 30,1932- June 2, 2012
R.I.P to Richard Dawson, that charming and eloquent host of the game show, “Family Fued” has gone home. Richard lost his battle with esphagousal cancer yesterday, at the age of 78. I remember him from Hogan’s Heroes… God Bless his family.
Shout out to all the vets of all the wars. Thanks for all your blood, sweat, and tears defendin’ our country.
MY special vet is my dad, the gorgeous man above, Theo. Hickerson Jr. Oct. 1933 – Oct. 2011. Veteran of the Korean War, 1950 – 1953. Retired Navy.
dGb!
Murphy Jane Hickerson
Murphy Jane Hickerson was part of my extended family I had recently found, and was in the process of gettin’ to know. The family who did know and love her are devastated… Please keep us all in your prayers.
Murphy’s story:
http://canon-mcmillan.patch.com/articles/missing-woman-found-dead-in-rostraver
Kula gone…
Finally I can tell you.
Kula was always ‘special’; she was nervous and kinda skittish. She didnt like too many people, other than her sister and me.
Its always been me, Kela, me, and Kula. When
we came to TX, we came to a 5 member household; we made 8. Three of those were 3 loud and wild years old. White noise and constant tornados in the house was very new.
Kula went outside (for a moment of peace) and just never came back in. I remember the last time I saw her; as she was going through the hole in the fence she turned and looked at me with those beautiful eyes…
In my heart I dont think she’s “gone”. I’d like to think she just found a calmer, quieter place to be…
Kela still misses her; every now and then we both think we hear her. Sometimes I expect her to come thru the door. Kela checks the closets every now and then…
We will always love and miss you, baby gurl…
Somewhere in Thug Heaven, there’s a party goin’ on. Christopher “Notorious B.I.G.” Wallace’s baby gurl, T’yanna Wallace, recently graduated from high school.
how time flies...
That goes to show you that a rose can grow from concrete.
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*˛˚ღ •˚ Congrats, Baby Gurl!~. ~♥~˚ ✰* ★
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Jazz great, Gill Scott-Heron passed yesterday. He was a young 62. Reports are sayin’ he fell sick after returnin’ from a European trip.
This son of a Jamaican soccer player Gilbert “Gil” Heron and singer Bobbie Scott-Heron, was raised in Jackson Tenn by his grandmother. He attended Lincoln U, mostly because Langston Hughes went there.
Gill wrote his first book at the age of 19, The Vulture, along with his first album, “Small Talk At 125th and Lenox. Both were published in 1970. He was widely known as the ‘Godfather of Rap, and considered one of the first Spoken Word artist. They just called it something else in those days, guess…
“The Revolution Will Not Be Televised,” is touted as his best work, and he will be remember for that, amongst other things in his 40+ yr career:
You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip,
Skip out for beer during commercials,
Because the revolution will not be televised.The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial interruptions.
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John
Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat
hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.
The revolution will not be televised.The revolution will not be brought to you by the
Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie
Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.
The revolution will not make you look five pounds
thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother.There will be no pictures of you and Willie Mays
pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,
or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.
NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32
or report from 29 districts.
The revolution will not be televised.There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being
run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process.
There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy
Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and
Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the proper occasion.Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville
Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and
women will not care if Dick finally gets down with
Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people
will be in the street looking for a brighter day.
The revolution will not be televised.There will be no highlights on the eleven o’clock
news and no pictures of hairy armed women
liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb,
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom
Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth.
The revolution will not be televised.The revolution will not be right back after a message
about a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.
You will not have to worry about a dove in your
bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.
The revolution will not go better with Coke.
The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.
The revolution will put you in the driver’s seat.The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,
will not be televised, will not be televised.
The revolution will be no re-run brothers;
The revolution will be live.
April 1, 1949 – May 27, 2011)
R.I.P, Soul Brotha~*
I just want to take a moment in all this hoopla surroundin’ the Murkin’ of Bin Laden, to recognize the real heroes in all this.
Kudos to Bam (don’t know why the f*ck people tryin’ credit the Bush admin for this!) for puttin’ this shyt together and finally shuttin’ the Repubs up for a while, at least (they are curiously silent…), but the ones who storm trooped into that compound and took him out are the REAL heroes, and deserve our dyin’ devotions.
We may never know who these brave SEALS were; I guess if they had a ticket-tape parade, some fascist might try to take them out. But I would kiss the mofo who actually busted the fatal cap.
THANK YOU SO MUCH for your bravery, for your dedication to the safety of your fellow americans and endin’ the War on Terrorism.
Most of all THANKS for havin’ Bam’s back*
Y’all took care of business!~
R.I.P Sistah Gurl
Woke up to bad news this morning. Teena Marie, (real name Mary Christine Brockert), that white gurl with the bad ass voice, has passed away. She was found dead in her Pasadena home on Sunday. Her manager, Mike Gardner, confirmed she was found by her daughter, after apparently dying in her sleep.
“Teena was a black voice trapped in a white body,” - Cathy Hughes, founder of Radio One
Lady Tee’s last album, “Congo Square,” was titled after a historical meeting place for slaves in New Orleans, featured a tribute to Martin Luther King’s widow and also song “Black Cool,” written for President Barack Obama. Her first hit, was “I’m A Sucker for Your Love“.
Some of her most fierce hits included “Lovergirl,” Square Biz” (my fav!) and the scorching duet “Fire and Desire” with mentor Rick James. The list goes on…
She is survived by her daughter, Alia Rose, who, as of 2009, performs under the name Rose Le Beau.
R.I.P Ivory Soul Sistah
hopelessly crazy... Come ride with me!~*
