Paul Klee’s The Lover is obviously in the abstract and darn if all I saw was The Pink Panther.
“Berlin, remember my time with you back in the summer of 87′, then again the fall of 89′, and yet one more time on my latest visit of 2019?”
Arriving autumn 2019 late in the morning after traveling almost 24 hours, the Tegel International Airport looked frumpish and out-dated. So naturally Tegel gave me no clues to the transformation I was about to realize in Berlin. Determined not to miss anything, my eyes foraged around as I studied the environment. No doubt, I was anxious how to fit in.
Hello from Berlin! To start off, I am wearing Peek&Cloppenburg’s Cashmere and a gorgeous scarf I bought on the Ku’damm, an avenue in the heart of the city. When I think of fashion, we know the past definitely impact future clothing styles. Peek&Cloppenburg is a German family run department store that has been in business 120 years! I like my classic look from them.
WWII Veteran Roy McGinnis turns 96 years young today. Feel free to wish him Happy Birthday in the comments and I will be sure to pass them on. My step-dad Roy as you can imagine has truly been a shining example for any young person to emulate with his striking career in the military along with his civilian time as the Director of Veterans Affairs for the State of Alabama.
*This post is not possible without the assistance of Justin Stanley and Stephen Jenkins.
The study of past events in American History have always intrigued me as it relates to genealogy of my Jenkins family. There is nothing more amazing and perhaps imaginative than pondering the Wild West or in this case the east coast in the 17th century of Virginia. I had the opportunity a month ago to be included in a research project by Real Estate Appraiser Justin Stanley of Hampton, VA. Justin contacted me via my Descendants page on Facebook inquiring about land formerly owned by Jenkins owners in VA.
On 3/1/18, my autistic son Luke was placed in a group home. Luke is 25 years old and needed more support than his parents could sustain. I have shared past posts on my blog about Luke and his life. It is no small feat to navigate the Department of Social Services in matters of mental challenges and neurological disabilities.
I was born in Montgomery, Alabama on Maxwell AFB. It was in 1963 I entered the world. Visiting family annually is a usual tradition for me and I make it a point to take in a few of the sites when back to my hometown. The city had begun a restorative process a few years back showcasing its rich history. These are a proud people in a new generation wanting to bring truth to light. The National Memorial for Peace and Justice does that and is quite sobering.
The school hallway was packed with students. Working my way through the corridor to my next class, a boy grabbed me in my crotch. I turned my head around quickly to see the perpetrator. It was shocking to me that anyone would even consider grabbing me in that region of my body.
Me Who? The world was a different place back then. Who would care about me?
Back by popular demand-the scariest post I have ever written. I noticed my blog is blowing up with views. It always does at this time of the year due to this particular fun post I wrote four years ago while working on genealogy projects! It was a fun day. BOO!
We need to learn to let go. We hold onto things way too long that needs to be released. I decided recently I need to start judging. Yep. You heard right. Judge.
After carefully thinking through this, I am judging it all. How you taste inside me? What drew me to you? Where this will take me? It is true good or bad and now I am OK with judging. Watch out. I may prematurely put you to the test.