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What bothered me the most was that everyone seemingly is coming down on Bernice King, the youngest of Dr. Martin L. King, Jr.’s children, over this latest controversy in her family amongst her and her brothers.
Looking at the pictures it appears that Martin L. King, III has jumped ship. At one point it had been him and Bernice against Dexter King, their baby brother. Dexter and Martin 3 want to take out of the hands of Bernice their father’s traveling Bible, and what has to be any families most valued treasure if we could all get 1… Dr. King’s Nobel Peace Prize medal.
Who in their right mind would dare part with these 2 things?
There are just some things you simply cannot put a price tag on.
Perhaps, some down and out someone or other might think differently. Or just some plain greedy kids… out to liquidate everything they can get their grubby little hands on of their mother’s and father’s estate.
Is it not enough that the court ordered Bernice to surrender to Dexter personal cards and letters written to their mother by their father… items that Mrs. King had personal given to her youngest daughter?
Now, here comes Dexter again… and this time Martin 3 is with him. They are in the boat together to snatch out of their sister’s hands their father’s Bible (the Bible that President Barack Obama placed his hand upon when he took his oath for his 2nd term in the White House) and Dr. King’s Nobel Peace Prize.
How low can you go, Dexter and Martin 3?
Unless you have been there you will never understand how hard it is to stand when everyone around is grabbing for what they can get… and all you can think of ‘my parent’s are gone.’ Dealing with loss can be very difficult. And especially when the responsibility somehow falls upon you… be it a sense of duty or whatever… but you are the one who ends up trying to maintain what you see as what your parent’s desire would be.
And why should she?
We have all heard of down and out athletes and actors selling off their championship rings or Academy awards… when left with no other options. But this is something else. It is just pure and simple greed driving Dexter boy and his older and brother, Martin #3.
It is always very unfortunate when the value of your things winds up meaning more to your children than you… or what your desires would be… or the remembrance of you… or in this case have a higher cost than the King legacy and remembrance of their mother and father to some of them.
Bernice King has every right to try to hold onto the precious memories and legacy of both her mother and father, without having gifts which her mother gave to her… entrusted her with …being lost to a couple of greedy brothers who care nothing about the King legacy, or even how bad they are making their family and themselves looked by forcing the hand of their baby sister in this matter.
I heard an interview where Andrew Young, a man who I thought used to be a King family friend, commented on this matter by merely snickering at it and saying, “They sue too much.”
You know what Mr. Young?
When you have to take somebody to court ….or they want to take you to court. Baby, you better learn how to fight. Cause if you don’t learn how to swing back… then just crawl into a hole and pull some grass over you and die.
Thank goodness Bernice has not decided to die. When you honor your mother and father, and their memory… you don’t try to sell off precious things that belonged to them, because you cherish them. Those things were a part of them… and they should remain in the King family to get pass down. Many people today can’t even put their hands on old family pictures or 8mm films that may have been taken of them as children. Because somebody in their family grabbed them all up and years later discarded them… or they somehow got lost.
I long for a picture my mother had taken of me and my sister many years ago. We were just young children then. My sister took my parent’s picture and cut it up throwing away my half of that picture while keeping herself. Today not even that part exist. There had been other copies of that picture which my mother had sent to various relatives, but I have never been able to track not 1 down….or put my hands on them some 50 or more years later because they too were probably destroyed.
The problem in this story is one of greed. Dexter boy has been selling off everything… every piece of the King family estate he can since the passing of their mother… down to making the Federal government pay him for the use of his father’s image and likeness in the creation of his monument in Washington, D.C.. One would have thought that the honor and recognition given to his father in the creation of the Dr. Martin L. King, Jr. monument in D.C. would have filled him with joy. That he would have been eager for the King family to assist anyway it could. But no… not Dexter. He saw it as a money-making opportunity and milked the creation and erection of a monument to his father for every dime he could get out of it… including forcing them to pay for the use of any of Dr. King’s quotes.
Why anyone would want to throw stones at Bernice King for standing up to her brothers in their pursuit to sell off what has to be two of the most valued possessions of both their mother and father, Dr. King’s Bible and Nobel Peace Prize… is crazy. Clearly, those people do not know the whole story. But it has always been my experience to know that it is usually the good person… the person who is trying to do the right thing… the one who is innocent of trying to do wrong that gets blamed for starting the whole thing and is singled out as the culprit in the eyes of almost everyone looking in on matters like this. I have been there… and in many ways I still am. Trust me me I know.
So, yes… I side with Bernice King. I cheer you on Bernice King. Do not give up the fight. Fight the fight… it is well worth fighting. And I pray you God speed and victory in this matter. As there are some things you just do not sell off… like your birth right. And the right of any 3rd or 4th generation King’s etc. to not have to go to a library or museum to see an award presented to their grand-father or great great grand-father, because his kids sold off everything. Some things really are too sacred.
And I also pray for a changed mind and heart of both Dexter King and Martin #3.
In regards to Martin #3… I have no respect for him.
I recall going into court trying to fight for my father. I went in thinking that 2 of my other siblings were on my side. That is what they pretended… that is until we got before the Judge. When we got before the Judge they said nothing. They offered nothing not 1 agreement to anything to what I was saying. I was left out there all alone trying to fight for our father to be returned home, and they said nothing. I later came to realized that they never wanted daddy back home in the first place. The house was divided and everybody had grabbed what they wanted. My father’s house had been invaded and taken over… and daddy was forced out of his own property. A fact I never knew until some time after that court hearing.
It is amazing how quickly we can forget all the sacrifices and all the good times… and how much our parents poured into us. If Dr. King had not struggled… if he had not marched… if he not sacrificed his life… what would they have to fight over?
What would we all have to celebrate?
The car… the family house… everything that every family at the end is forced to fight over… I suspect they might have fought over that. Because there will always be at least 1 who sees a bigger picture than just self and… and thank God for that. They see more than what they can get out of the passing of supposed love ones. Always 1… and it appears that Bernice King is the 1. And yes… I stand with her.
On another note on the King family. Dexter has gotten married. This is really not new news. But I know it is not mentioned or talked about but if the truth be told… Dexter is really not the marrying kind. Everything for him is show. His wife is a supposed ex-lesbian. But I have known people who were gay who married with each 1 doing their own thing.
When I first encountered this it was a couple of the weirdest 2 people I had ever met. The guy was flamingly gay… and between them they did have a child. I really don’t know how she managed it?
But I figured out that they had been great friends and this is what laid the foundation for them agreeing to get together as husband and wife.
I also remember when once a lover of mine had been offered quite a considerable about of money from a man, who at the time was a boss of mine (he owned the radio station). His son was very very gay and the father wanted a grand child… an heir or something I guess. So, he proposed an offer to my girlfriend of this substantial amount of money to marry his 1 and only child, this gay son. And no she did not do it… as it was totally out of the question. But the point here is… is that there are some people who will do anything in order to have their gay children reform… get married… have children… even if it means they will not give them or leave them a dime unless they do. Then there are some people who get married for various other reasons… other than love. It’s called a ‘marriage or convenience.’
I must say though… that all this snow is beautiful.
If you are out there in the snow please remember safety rules. Drive with care and caution in the snow and ice. Apply brakes when riding on icy roadways lightly… come to a nice and easy stop by slowing up. Do not slam on your brakes… it will send your car sliding out of control.
Guess I’m moving a little bit too fast. I had all but forgotten about it being BLACK HISTORY MONTH. So, in celebration of Black History Month let me just quick tell you about a young lady in England. The youngest person to ever become a barrister (that is practicing lawyer in their terms). Her name is Gabrielle Turnquest. She is from the States, Florida to be exact… and she is just 18 years old. Amazing. To be young gifted and black… is definitely where it is at.
Happy BLACK HISTORY MONTH….
And let me not forget that this week Shirley Temple passed (Shirley Temple Black) at age 85. I cannot begin to tell you the countless Saturdays I spent watching Shirley Temple dance and sing her way down long stair steps… or try to cheer up a friend. She was more than just a favorite… Shirley was my friend.
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Add a comment February 15, 2014
Today I had a court date in Land Court. Blessingly, God blessed me not to have to travel to our state capitol to have to do it.
By the time I got off the bus… jumped the train… then walked up the hill… I could barely walk into the courtroom the last time. In fact, I could hardly stand when they called my case before the judge.
Seeing that the judge suggested that we do our next court date by phone in order to make it easier on me. At first I was resistant to that idea because I felt I could better sway the judge… be more effective or otherwise do more and better for my case by standing before the judge than I could over the phone.
But I forgot 1 key factor.
It is not me… that I now depend upon when I walk into a courtroom… or anywhere else for that matter… but the Lord.
I have come to know that if you truly trust Him… then you have to act like you trust Him. It is not about saying ‘I trust the Lord.’ But it is about putting that into action… showing it forth so that it may manifest to be so.
So, I longer study… or pour over anything pining or worrying about the outcome. I never try to even think about what it is that I am suppose to dred… because I do not think about. I do not let it interfere with my days or nights any longer… because God has said ‘cast our cares upon Him.’
And let me tell you… that when you do… you will not believe the outcome.
Truly… truly cast your cares upon Him.
Well, today when I got up… I went about my normal routine. I read a chapter in my Bible. But I decided not to eat anything… I just wanted to mediate on God and what was going to be ahead of me in a couple of hours… that court conference call.
For the first time I glanced over the documents that the lawyer representing the City had sent to me. Pulled out my calculator and started examining the figures for the past 4 years of property taxes owed. Trying to find some discrepancies… and when you are dealing with figures there will always be some somewhere.
As the judge began to speak to me she informed me that the lawyer for the City wasn’t feeling well. I’m thinking wow… it’s over there will be a postponement for another date… and it will give me some more time.
I knew I needed time because no matter which way it went I was going to have to come up with some money. So, I needed time in order to save up an amount that might be agreeable… since there was no issue that the property taxes due. And so…the issue would come down to how much can you pay now… if any… and work out some kind of payment arrangement.
So, I was happy to believe that the case was going to get pushed back again.
But then the judge said that the lawyer for the City has laryngitis and is having trouble speaking. But if you have any problems hearing or understanding just interrupt and I will have her repeat it.
When the lawyer talked I couldn’t understand a word she was saying. I turned up my phone and it was worst. But I decided to listen as closely as I could.
In order to try and save the voice of the City lawyer… the judge had me do most of the talking. In beginning I suddenly remembered our last court session and what questions I had posed about the total amount of taxes owed upon my parent’s property. There had been places in the statements from the City where the amount owed leaped 2 to 3 thousand dollars from 1 quarter to another. So, of course… I questioned this along with some other points I had found in the documents sent to me.
By the time our session was over the judge said send copies of what you have to the City lawyer, and I am sure that the 2 of you should be able to work out something. And if not the court is always here.
And then the judge said-
“And you can get those documents to her when you can. And send copies to the court.”
No payment schedule was set.
No return court date.
And through it all the lawyer for the City never said anything… because she could not talk. She had laryngitis.
It is amazing. A few months ago the City lawyer had sent court notices to me and all my siblings that they were in possession of my parent’s house… and that we had 30 days to respond. And when I called the number and spoke with the man handling it… he demanded $2,000 now in order to stop the process.
And about 4 months later… that process has yet to see the light of day.
And the ultimate decision lays in the hands of the court… and the judge had just finished giving me some more time.
God is truly something.
Some may say why do I give all the credit to God?
First, you would have to know when events are beyond your control there can only be ONE somebody who can turn them in your favor. And that somebody is God.
I write this blog for those of you going through something. Tons of people are going through foreclosure still and so many other things. And though it may seem bleak… or impossible for you to overcome… I implore you to just turn it over to Jesus and see for yourself … first hand just what I am talking about.
No lawyer… or doctor … or even judge… can beat God at what He does. And every lawyer…. doctor … and judge… and everybody in between have to submit to the will of God… like Pharaoh.
God hardened Pharaoh’s heart… until He decided to soften it. And when God softened Pharaoh’s heart… Pharaoh did as God desired him… he let God’s people go… the Israelites. But it was all God’s will… the hardening to not let the people… and the softening to let the people go.
And it was God’s will in land court today… what that man working for the City had said to me some months ago has not gone to naught. I did not have to pay him $2,000 …and that was back in January when he told me that. It is now March… and I am still here and nobody has a hammer over my head anymore… demanding anything from me by way of my parent’s property taxes… or other funds.
That is not to say… the taxes or anything else is not owed. But it is to say… that time is on my side… through the sheer grace and mercy of God. I yet have time to set my parent’s house in order. Thank you, Lord God…
Well, God bless…and hope you enjoy the rest of your evening.
Sometime during the course of your day just take the time to look up and observe the beauty that God has planted up there for you to enjoy.
Oh, yeah… been sharing the house with 1 of my nieces. My sister put her out.
She is only 16 and has gone totally crazy over some boy.
Beautiful girl…smart and everything… and I do mean everything going for herself. ‘A’ student… on the honor society at school… captain of the school soccer and volleyball team… And BAMB!
All of it down the toilet after meeting this boy. Who happens to be 17 and in the 10th grade. LOSER. And she has had sex with him… and now she is out in the streets with me… sharing the roof over my parent’s house.
I can’t wait until my sister gets over being mad. Noooo… but really I love my niece to death. She is not bad… totally not. But recently she has made some very bad choices.
So, currently she is in ‘in-house’ at school because she has skipped tons of classes. Her grades have dropped from the ‘A’s’ to ‘E’s.’
How do you do that?
The spirit of lust. People have lost their homes and families… marriages… children… all of their friends etc… etc… all because lust caused them to do some ugly… and bad things.. say some things… and forced everyone who truly cares for them to turn away from them.. simply because the person cannot hear… nor can they see. They have eyes to see… but cannot see. And ears to hear …but cannot hear.
So, I thought she was going home Monday… But my niece slipped up again. She went missing for 4 hours while she was at school.
Of one thing I am sure… my niece wants to hurry and get out of here. Because her aunt is no joke. Sometimes you just gotta seem to meaner than you really are. And none of my nieces or nephews play with me. But… they love me the most if the truth be told. I know they do… and it is because I love them… I have become to be an enforcer. But I do it all in love… and I can laugh and have fun with them and still enforce.
Now my niece is counting the days when she can go back home… and I know they can’t come soon enough. It is all she can talk about-
“Auntie, do you think my mom this… and my mom that.”
Mom come and ge your daughter… she is driving me crazy.
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Add a comment March 11, 2011
Well, we are just getting back in from our weekend little road trip. The weather was beautiful all the way down and back…90’s, baby…and felt like it.
One of my nephews preached his first sermon in his very own church this past Sunday…and we all went down to be with him for his opening ceremony…a monumental Christian event…in a place where I could see he was much needed. In Wilmington, DE…which is a much bigger place than I ever expected and has a very sizable amount of black folk.
While there I could not help but marvel at most of the homes…which were mostly made of stone and brick. They looked very historic…and I remembered that Delaware was an old State that has a very long and rich history due to George Washington having travelled and stayed there. And I could see that many of those homes dated back to that period in history…and had been well kept up and cared for through their long history…and still are.
But Wilmington reminded me of Detroit except for one distinct difference…there were no boarded up houses or boarded up businesses there…as far as I could see. Very much to the contrary was it to the situation in Detroit…in which as I stated in an earlier blogs on Detroit…that every other building and house was boarded up in Detroit due to foreclosures, down-sizing and massive job losses. Detroit was consumed by boarded up and vacated buildings and homes due to the shutting down of many of the factory jobs of its chief industry and job producers…the Big 3…the motor industry. And it looked every bit of it.
But contrary to Detroit…it seemed to me that Wilmington’s future was bright…the city that sits back off of I-95…but not too far off…just far enough off the main North Eastern throughway so you can’t see it.
But who knew that was really back there…down that short stretch of road where the signs lead you over to.
Little has been and is ever said about Wilmington, DE. But then I remembered as I glanced across and looked at the old beautiful mansions that our Vice President, Joe Biden and his family, also lives here…in that quiet little place which isn’t really all that little…and certainly not little at all compared to where I come from. Just 20 minutes South of Philly and not far from Baltimore. Wilmington really struck me as a great place to invest in…if you could find property to buy.
It has all the pluses… Wilmington does… including sitting on the banks of the Delaware River...you do remember that great picture they had in your history book of Washington standing on that boat looking very regal and General-like as he crossed the Delaware. It is funny the things you will remember years later from when you were a little grade school child sitting in various classes at school…of which none of it meant anything to you at the time. You just had to rememorize it because of the test tomorrow…and that was the only reason you placed it somewhere in your memory bank. Who knew 20-30-40-50-60 years later you would still be able to pull up and access that information stored somewhere in your brain?
This is why education is so important. Nothing in school ever seemed important to me. Teachers failed to be able to show the true value of why you should learn something. For some reason they cannot link anything that you do in school with real living. And then later in life you find out that it was all relevant to your everyday living. Like learning how to get up and go to school. Relevance: Getting up and going to work. If you never learned how to get up and get out to school on time you will certainly have problems at getting up and getting out to work on time. Therefore, it is relevant to real everyday living.
(2) Math…this is a big one (well, learning to get up and go to school was big too…) Relevance: Being able to keep track of your money…count your change…add up your groceries before you get into line…monitor your daily spending and align it with your budget and your pay check etc… I told you it was big. But for some reason teachers cannot appropriately inform students of the real value of learning math. There is not one kid…or child…or teen in school who doesn’t like money…and if they realized that math had something to do with money there would not be one student failing math.
Well, I guess you can tell that I am really tired from our trip to Delaware the place where George…oh, never mind…I’ve already said it…how he crossed that river and made history right there in that little…well…not so little town. Yeah…I am real tired.
Having talked often with Aunt Kate…it was not hard for me to tell when I first realized her mind was not as sharp as usual. You used to could say a name and she filled in all the blanks. I loved talking with her…and each time I learned more and more about our family. Her mother…was my grand-mother’s mother. She was a woman who had somehow ended up owning a very large portion of land…and I do mean very large. It ran along the shores and back a ways off from Lake Okeechobee, the 2nd largest lake in the United States…2nd only to Lake Michigan.
I found this out once during one of our last annual summer trips to Florida…when suddenly my mother began crying saying-
“You see this land it all belonged to my grand-mother.”
I was surprised…as my mother rarely became so emotional over such things…and certainly not out of the blue as she had that day. As many times as we had passed through that little town and across that bridge heading over to where I was born and where my grand-mother at the time stilled lived…my mother had never before said anything regarding the size or proportion of any of that land.
That day she told us that as far as we could see and as far back as we had just come…how it had all belonged to our great grand-mother. I had not realized until that moment that seeing where this town now absorbed all of what had been our family’s property…nor had I realized that seeing it as we drove pass it sadden my mother so until that day…as she sobbed loudly over her grand-mother’s property. She had spoken of it before but never had I any idea of the vast amount of property that was involved.
It is from that moment that I started paying more attention to those programs that I saw on PBS about black families going back through city records and trying to regain property which had been stolen away from their families during the mid-40’s through the 50’s…which included very large farm lands…by various people in those towns who simply just re-wrote the deeds to those black people’s property…giving themselves ownership over it without even bothering to purchase the property from any of the black families.
Very little has ever been said about my great grand-mother except for how extremely religious of a woman she was. But Aunt Kate had began sharing with me more about her. She told me of her giving nature…and how she had owned a restaurant. She told me that there had been people during the course of my great grand-mother’s restaurant business who could not afford to pay for the food…but she fed them anyway. She had even opened up the doors to her home and raised a child or 2 which was not her own…because they had been homeless.
“One little boy,” Aunt Kate said was a friend of one her brothers…whom they had found out that when they thought he would leave to go home…that he was actually sleeping down under their house.
Aunt Kate said, “Well, mother, wasn’t going to let him stay down there.”
She raised him along with her own children. He became another brother to our Aunt Kate and my grand-mother along with their other siblings.
Back in those days the houses in those areas of Florida were built raised up off the ground and sat upon concrete blocks. This was how they built all the houses back then down in Florida…raised up off the ground because of flooding. If the waters came up over the banks of Lake Okeechobee…it was hoped that they would not rise above the height of the concrete blocks.
Because Zora Neale Huston stayed in my great grand-mother’s area once upon a time…in fact, her book “Their Eyes Were Watching God”…takes place in a little town sitting on Lake Okeechobee. Imagine my great grand-mother being the great land Baroness that she was…and owner of the black folk’s only restaurant in that town…and just based on how folks lived down there…and still do…I imagine that they…my great grand-mother and Zora Neale Hurston may have known each another. Nobody lives in any of those little towns without knowing everybody…so much so…that they all become very much like family…caring and knowing everything about everyone and everything about them.
But Aunt Kate now being the last of all her sibling…out of 10 of them…was my source for much family history…which seemed to just pour out of her. I never had to ask any questions of her or try to coax her into sharing it with me…very unlike my own grand mother…who always seemed suspicious if you asked anything about our family history. Why I do not know…but it was something that I accepted thinking that perhaps there was something which I should not know.
But upon seeing Aunt Kate for the first time in years…I was somewhat surprised. She was much smaller now…though she had never been a big woman as she always kept herself up, as they say…meaning she always kept herself looking good and in good condition. But she wasn’t looking so good yesterday…most of her hair had thinned out…and she had this large black…what looked like smut smudge straight across her forehead. She had on no shoes or slippers on…of which I had never seen her walk around barefooted before…as Aunt Kate was quite prime and proper. And her feet were terribly ashy…meaning…well…you can look that one up…as I do not want nor wish to continue talking about my aunt in such a way.
But it was her mind…the thing most recently I had noticed in the last few phone calls we had had…her mind was slipping. She was not getting lost…but she had started forgetting things…and who such and such was…when she had always been so sharp about such things.
Aunt Kate was now in her 90’s…and though throughout all of these years age had somehow managed to not show up on her…yesterday was different. She seemed older than her 90 in fact…and she was now walking with a cane. That strong little woman was now…an aged shadow of what she had been…and though I smiled and was happy to see and talk with her and my cousins…it was hard for me not to notice the vast difference in our Aunt Kate yesterday…from the Aunt Kate I had last seen just about 3 years ago and throughout all the prior years.
I often think of the little church mothers in our church…woman who proudly proclaim their ages with such glee…because none of them looks anything near the age that they truly are. They are strong and fit…able to get onto and off buses…walk around their blocks…run errands on their own. There is a distinct difference between them and women who are not in the church. And it is very recognizable.
Though her mother had been an extremely religious woman…Aunt Kate may have been…and may still be quasi-religious. Until a few years ago…Atlantic City had become her friend. She had gotten bitten by that bug…called gambling. And if someone had not stolen some money from her…she still might be going…as it had become a weekly habit for her.
I really do believe that there is something about being in the church…and living a life separate from the ways of the world that will make a difference in your life…as witnessed by the many mothers who are in various churches around the world. There is just something about trusting and living your life as God intends you to live it…that will make a difference.
Yes, I am tired…but I am so thankful that God gave me the opportunity yesterday to finally go and visit with my very kind and loving Aunt Kate…through all the years this has never changed about her. I suspect that it comes from her mother.
There is little wonder that Obama’s approval rating for his first 100 days has been and is high…as he is actively pursuing to achieve exactly what he went into the White House knowing what he had and needed…and said he would do. Handle the business of the American people…and try to undo and dark mark the Bush Administration had put upon this country. And thus far…as my father would say…he has been doing just fine. But what I really like is the fact that the dynamic duo which we put into the White House are both getting high marks.
I always knew that Michelle was going to show herself to be simply wonderful as both First-Mom, First Lady…friend and confident to the man that sits in the top seat and wears the heavy crown…or in this country…heavy hat…President Barack Obama.
I really like reading all this good press about them. He was media darling prior to entering the race…media darling after entering the race…and still media darling after having won the race.
I like people who are consistent…don’t you?
As you know…I do not watch much television. But often while sitting around in a hotel room…I find little else to do. So, this is how I happened to hear about the ‘Swine Flu.” As far as I can tell…it is very much like most of the other flu’s…causing diarrhea, vomiting, fevers, headaches…etc. But thus far it has killed 81 people in New Mexico…and a series of people…up to 40 cases have been diagnosed here in other parts of the United States.
To protect yourself they say that you should continuously wash your hands…and when out in public keep your hands out of your mouth and eyes.
Could not resist this story…CLICK the LINK BELOW to read it and see the video.
I know you do not want to hear my opinion on that…because you probably already know it…if you have read any of these blogs at all with any degree or level of understanding.
But it just goes to prove…just how overboard this whole sexual revolution has become. And I am not shocked…as it seems to me that there are some in the church…or seemingly of the church…who have great interest in the subject and are doing everything they can to spread that interest.
Though, I have to admit that my book, THE BISHOP’S WIFE… certainly touches upon the subject. It is…I guess important…but not something which should be preached or for that matter…needed to be taught in church…any more than sex education in school.
Speaking about my book, THE BISHOP’S WIFE…between it and counting down the days to when it is ready for sell…launching my website…blogging…and hitting the road to promote my book…and menopause…it is wonder that I am anything but tired.
Now, I think I am going to get some much more needed sleep, thank you. Being on the road somehow drains me these days. I love it…but it tires me. I think it throws my whole internal clock off…as I usually am the one driving through the night…and most of the day. But I love the road, baby. Ain\’t nothing like it.
So, if you will excuse me…I am going to rest now. Good-night.
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Add a comment April 28, 2009
Sometimes I just become so overjoyed that I can’t keep it to myself. And this is one of those times. I am suppose to be working on launching my website…which should be up this week. But I just couldn’t not before writing this blog…to tell you just how good God is to me.
I know that many many many people are currently facing foreclosure and until I started taking care of my parent’s property it really never mattered much to me. But following the passing of my father the 2 mortgage companies which had mortgages against our property put us into foreclosure. But not being on the mortgages the companies refused to tell me anything…and I was the only out of my 7 other siblings who felt our parent’s property was worth fighting for and eventually paying off.
But because my name is not on the loans for the mortgage (which of course it would not be…since the house belonged to my parents and it was their loan). So, the mortgage companies legally did not have to give me any information regarding my parent’s account…and for the most part that is what they did. They refused to share any information on their account with me…even though they knew that my parents were now both deceased. And the kind of information I wanted was a copy of the payment history of the entire loan and all other information concerning it…the whole history of mortgages.
Finally, CitiMortgage, one of the mortgage companies…the one with the highest balance and most difficult company to deal with…they sent me a copy of my parent’s mortgage. After going over the documents it showed that supposedly that mortgage had been refinanced in 1999. But my father by that time had been diagnosed as having Alzheimer’s. Besides his left hand shook badly…which meant that his signature would have been severely affected when he wrote. But that copy of the supposed mortgage refinanced by him showed no signs of a wobbly hand. And even if it had my father’s mental capacity being what it supposedly was at the time…he was not legally competent to enter into any such contractual agreement.
So, I filed papers disputing the foreclosure by CitiMortgage against my parent’s property based upon it being a false document…and as being such CitiMortgage’s foreclosure was being based upon a fraudulent document which would nullify that contract and halt their foreclosure based on the amount outstanding due to that document.
Well, after I don’t know how many months…and after receiving information from CitiFinancial that they were in possession of my parent’s property. I went back to court. Because CitiMortgage/CitiFinancial had failed to answer my complaint against them. So, I entered a default against them. Today, I received my notification that my default had been granted.
I cannot tell you how overjoyed I am. Through the grace and mercy of God…I had won. This decision totally knocks out a mortgage which added over a hundred thousand additional dollars onto my parent’s prior loan.
I knew in my heart that my father would have never placed an additional $100,000 of debt upon our property. That money was supposedly against a loan of nearly $30,000 at an interest rate of over $60,000 making CitiMortgage a mighty big winner in that contract. My father would have never done…and particularly since he had already had more money than the alleged near $30,000 the loan approved for…as he had more than that already in at least one of his several bank accounts. So, I went into court Pro-se as a heir to the estate of my father…and went to fight. But God fought that battle for me. And I cannot thank Him enough.
I wrote this blog because I know that many people are going through much of the same. It is very difficult trying to go to bed night after night…and not know whether or not tomorrow you will be deposed and kicked out into the streets…because some bank or mortgage company took over your home.
One of the biggest frauds going…happens when people in mortgage companies find out that there is a dispute among family members following the death of someone of whom they hold a loan against their property. This opens the door for all kinds of things to happen if the people or a person within the mortgage company is a distrustful crook…that might shock some. But it is very true…and not just with mortgage companies but lawyers also…anyone sitting in a position they see where they can take advantage of.
Anybody sitting in a position who can take advantage of such a situation many times does. Because they seize upon the family members lack of communication with one another and their inner turmoils and conflicts to keep the family members too busy at each other’s throat…and it allows the cheats the freedom to do whatever they will. It is for this reason that I asked to see the complete history of my parent’s mortgage from the initial mortgage on. For which I never got because they refused to release to me. Nor did any notices of court dates come to house regarding the foreclosure hearings.
By not getting those notices…the notices regarding the foreclosure hearings…I could not appear in court to defend my parent’s property. And since none of my other siblings cared…they didn’t go either. This meant that that by default the mortgage company won their foreclosure because nobody showed up on our side of the table…or who represented us in court.
I tell people all the time…the worst thing you can do in a court case…is not show up. By failing to show up the other side automatically wins. Give yourself a fighting chance. Show up and tell the judge your side of the story…you may be pleasantly surprised by the outcome. It could make a difference.
If you have been reading these blogs then you also know that I had entered a case in the Appellate Court.
Perhaps you are familiar with this…and are guilty of the same. Though I must say as a rule I am not a procrastinator…but for a couple of weeks I had been walking around with the letter from the Appellate Court unopened. I get tons of mail…and there are some pieces that I put off opening simply because I don’t want to think about it…and I am afraid of what it might be informing me of. This was the case regarding my default notification from the court and this letter from the Appellate Court…both of which I finally decided I couldn’t put it off any longer. So, I opened them up this morning.
It turned out I had been dreading good news from both courts. The notice I got from the Appellate Court was to inform me that I would not have argue orally our case before the judges. Though I had requested to do so…I really didn’t want to do it. But from where I stand nobody can better present my case than me…and particularly since when my son had gotten a lawyer…the lawyer told him to settle for $1,800. Our car had been totaled, my son suffered back injury (which still plagues him today)…and on top of that the repairs that the insurer of the other vehicle (the one that caused the accident) authorized were not sufficient considering the amount damage sustained to our vehicle.
So, I filed the papers myself…when you do this it is called “Pro-Se.” But it was not because of any of the reasons I have already listed that drove me to file suit. No, I filed because they had returned to my son a faulty automobile which could have killed him…and they didn’t care. The car shook…the bumper would fall off while he was driving…and at the time of the accident my son was away at college in a town which had no public transportation…not even cab service…which is why I had to buy him a car in the first place.
So, I filed suit in conjunction with my son against Allstate Insurance. And today I heard from the Appellate Court…because if you recall, also in a prior blog, I explained how my son had really won the case…but how the whole thing had been a set-up and ended up in front of a judge who was friendly with the other side. Don’t act shock to hear this…it happens everyday…watch LAW & ORDER. It is regular practice for lawyers to call the clerk’s office to find out which judge is in what court and when. And try to schedule their hearing before judges who are very lenient or favorable to them.
Had we lost our case in court fairly…I would have accepted that decision. But I could not knowing that we had not been unjustly treated and all our evidence and testimonies had been overlooked. So, I filed a Notice of Appeal…and to the Appeals Court we were a going.
One of the most involved documents I have ever had to put together was the legal brief that was required of the Appeals Courts. It was over 100 pages in length and required many hours of research in a local law library and several days of typing…but I did it. By the time our case finally got heard…following all the hearings for the various pre-hearing court dates for…Motions to be entered…and Mediation…etc..and all our travelling back and forth…many times when we barely had the money to go and come back. But we did it any ways by faith…over 900 miles each time.
Now, the notice from the Appeals Court today informed me that we would not have to present our case orally before the Appellate Court. I had covered everything so completely in that brief…and in great detail…including the court transcript to back up my statements. I am so happy that we do not have to go down and stand before them. Standing before several judges dressed in black robes…would have been a bit un-nerving for me. But if I had to…I would have done it. I had prepared myself to do it. Because from the on-set…I had not filed the papers to lose our court case. And I always knew it was just a matter of how much…because we had all the documentations, receipts, invoices, pictures etc. to prove our case. Many times in court just having truth on yourself is not enough…you must have hard evidence…and we had both truth and hard evidence. Then they next thing is to be capable of delivering that evidence before in a logical and as near legal manner as you can master.
I tell you this…because I do believe that if more people sued for wrongs and injustices…maybe some of us others would not have to. We live in an area where they want to make you feel guilty for having to sue. But believe me…many times a law suit is necessary to resolve many matters. The problem is most lawyers won’t take any cases that they believe they won’t make any money on…or that may tie them up for too long. This leaves those who can’t go into court for themselves with no choice but to drop the matter. And even I have had to decide whether or not something was a battle to fight or not.
I have not sued everybody…though my son and most of friends believe I have. But I have not. Some of them I have left for God to deal with. He can do things to them that I cannot.
This reminds me of a time when I was in grade school. While in the cafeteria one day just as I was about to sit down…this girl took her foot and snatched the stool from up under me. I fell flat…and everybody laughed at me.
I was so mad that I began praying to God to do something to the girl. And a couple of years later I realized he had. The girl is very unattractive…and I have always thought God did that to her because of me. Truly, I have. From that point on I have never prayed to God to take care of anybody else for me. I thought His punishment to her was a bit too harsh.
So, for the cases I decided not to pursue…I have just left it up to His discretion if He wants to do something about it or not. The Bible says…He rights every wrong.
But I will keep you posted on the Appellate Court decision.
The reason behind this blog is to encourage those of you who are facing foreclosure…or any other problem…legal or otherwise. Do not give up. Go back through your paperwork…there may be something in it which can turn your situation around. You may find a loop hole…lawyers use them all the time. But if they can so can you.
Always remember that God has the final word in all situations. And that He is faithful.
My parent’s property is still in foreclosure but now all the money paid on the property from the date of that refinance date that I disputed to present will have to be reverted to the old mortgage…and with interest.
The Bible is true…God is always working it out for our good. I am just so happy.
God is good. And I am so happy that he is a friend of mind.
As I have said in my other Black History Month posts…the reason I have not given you any information on the people that I list is so that you will be motivated to research who they are. This will prove to far more helpful to you…and to your ability to remember their accomplishments.
Well, God bless…
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1 comment February 24, 2009
Well, it is snowing again. It is suppose to snow through the night… then turn to rain and sleet by tomorrow morning. So, I know that tomorrow will probably be a day to stay home. But I don’t mind all the snow.
For the past few days the mounds of snow which we already have had started to melt down pretty good. For February this really isn’t so bad… not yet. It has been said that February goes out like a lion… meaning either a lot more snow or plenty more cold.
On Monday, I decided to do something that I had been hoping to pay someone to come in and do for me. Through the years my parent’s house has taken such a beating. And the kitchen walls and woodwork looked so terrible…and I would have liked to have found someone other than me to come in and clean them. But since the house is without heat due to our blown furnace as you may or may not have read in a couple of my earlier blogs…I have been keeping the stove on with a couple of pots boiling water. This has caused everything in the kitchen area to stream up. Which meant that all that filth that I had been forced to look at which had caked upon the doors and other woodwork over the years in the kitchen have been steaming down off the doors etc…etc… So, since it had already loosened up the years of grime… I just decided to pull out a bucket and an old scrub brush and get busy. And that is how I spent my President’s Day.
It felt good to be finally getting those doors scrubbed down and then standing off to view my handy work. Real good. I had been loathing touching the doors or anything else in the kitchen… or for that matter around the house.
When we were kids… I hated those Saturday mornings when my parent’s woke us up early in the morning with buckets of soapy hot water waiting on us. It meant that we would be scrubbing most of the day.
Oh, how I hated those Saturdays when they would have us scrubbing down all the woodwork in the house and then scrub the floors too. And my father liked to have us get on our hands and knees to do that. Oh, how I hated it.
But as I started washing down those filthy doors with the old scrub brush thoughts of those days came back to me… and I was filled with pride. Because here I was… in my parent’s house again… and I was taking care of their property just the way they had taught me so many years ago.
While my son was talking to me last night… he happened to mention that I wouldn’t be able to watch TV anymore if I didn’t go out a buy a converter box. This is the thing I hate about new technology.
Why do they have to force it down our throats?
There are so many people who went out and invested in those large projector type televisions or other older models… only to find out that that television system is now out dated and they have no option but to convert it to a digital reception system.
They did the same thing when they decided against 8-track tapes, beta systems, turntables, records, VHS tapes, cassette tapes etc…etc…etc…all gone now. What you see is…is that the old stuff goes on sale and those looking for great deals rush out unaware that the only reason the stuff is on sale in the first place is because they are out dated…and that format is no longer going to be available…because they simply stopped making it.
Today, I’m looking for someone to build me an external floppy drive disk reader. I hadn’t realized it until the other day when I was looking for something… that I didn’t have those files on anything digital… but on a floppy disk. For which I have also run into the same problem with my word-processor files which I had saved on my processor’s little disk. I had not been paying any attention and before I knew it word-processors were no longer on the market… they had been replaced by computers. And it had took me a long time to convert from a regular typewriter to a word-processor.
So, by the time I finally bought one…a word processor… the item was nearly dead already… and computers were coming into the marketplace taking over their place. And I had never noticed.
This is why when my son wanted to buy a 10″ DVD player…I cautioned him and told him no. I suggested that he invest in a laptop computer instead…where he would have a choice of much larger screens plus be able to do more with it. And he did just like his mother had suggested… just like the good little boy he is (smile). Now, when his mother is away from home or can’t get on-line on her own computer… I just use his laptop. Now, how good is that… for being resourceful?
No, no need trying to fight it. It is a done deal. If you want to continue to watch television… and got rid of your cable provider years ago… then you will have to go out and invest in a converter box. The good part though is… I rarely watch television. So, it really doesn’t affect me much.
Well, it is still Black History Month… and I really haven’t spoken about anyone in these blogs… outside of giving you their names. What good is my telling you all about them… when researching to find out that information for yourself will prove more valuable to you… in that you may remember them or something about them because you looked up info on them on your own.
I can only say that I have a deep fondness for black people… and have for all of my life. I have read many books… and loved Langston Hughes’ book on Jesse B. Simple. I used to always have a copy of the Black Anthology. Read Baldwin’s ‘Amen Corner’… which I saw performed by Kumuba Workshop under the direction of Val Grey Ward. It was one of the things which also inspired me to move to Chicago… besides, of course, my hopes of getting hired by a radio station there… WGCI or WJPC. I have forgotten the other black radio stations they had in Chicago back then. But I loved those productions by Kumuba. But even more I enjoyed the time I actually met James Baldwin. He wasn’t a very big man…and he looked very much like his photos. But there was something about him… an aura about him… I guess you could say. He extended his hand out towards me looking me right in my eyes. And I knew I was in the presence of greatness… yet so humble… and kind. He was quite gracious and unassumming. I loved him.
I had seen the play… ‘Amen Corner’… and I had read his book ‘Go Tell it on the Mountain.’ But at that time, I never knew that he was still alive until he went to Mt. Holyoke College to teach.
Alexis, a friend of mine had introduced him to me. They had become very close and I could see and understand why. They shared something in common. It is hard if you have never felt that you looked as good as everybody else…it is hard to understand how some people battle with these feelings most of their lives…as did James Baldwin and myself. It is what I thought about Gwendolyn Brooks when I looked upon her picture as I added it into my last blog. Yet, in every picture of her…she always seemed so happy and smiling. And as I looked upon her pictures…I thought-
“She must have been a most beautiful person in ever possible way.”
Most recently I had to take some pictures. I should preface this by saying…I am not a big picture taking person…because I have never liked the way I looked. But I needed a promotional picture for my book. So, I set about trying to get one that I felt I could live with. But upon taking a few pictures and looking at them…I found that I have my grandmother’s nose. I must admit I have been laughing and smiling ever since.
I have my grandmother’s nose. And I never knew it.
My grandmother didn’t have just any old nose…it was unique. And I had not seen anyone else with it until we went to the church convention in Detroit this past July. While there we re-united with some long lost family members. And I sat there almost the whole time looking at this woman…a cousin…and thinking-
“She has Mauh’s nose.”
It was all I could think. I just kept thinking that over and over again in my head…and I rarely took my eyes off of that woman’s nose because I loved seeing it. So, to look into a picture and find that I have my grandmother’s nose is like finding out that all of these year’s God had played a trick on me. I have my grandmother’s nose.
I love having my grandmother’s nose. I can’t believe I have it. And I have it all by myself… no one else just me and that woman… my mother’s cousin in Detroit. We’ve got Mauh’s nose. Seeing that nose I didn’t feel so ugly anymore… because Mauh was not ugly. And in her day… she really must have been something… and even up to the time she died… she still had a boyfriend. Or should I say… male friend. I used to kid her about Mr. Alexander…the old man who everyday used to come by her house to visit with her while we were down there.
Mauh’s entire wardrobe was made of red. Everything in her house was red. Every pocket book she had was red and every pair of shoes. Her bed spreads…everything…table cloths…everything all red. Everything Mauh owned was red. And if it wasn’t…then it was pink.
Daddy used to say that from the time he met Mauh-
“She’s always been 30.”
He would grin real wide when he said it…because Mauh never admitted her age to anyone.
But she was never ugly. And I had her nose.
And from that moment I started seeing myself in a different light. And you know what?
I’m not ugly. I’ve got Mauh’s nose.
I’m not ugly. And for all these years I thought I was.
Hope you enjoy your day tomorrow. I will probably be buried up under the snow…but I will be loving every minute of it…and still smiling. Because…well…because I’ve got Mauh’s nose. And it feels so wonderful.
Well, God bless…
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Add a comment February 19, 2009
It is freeeeeeezing.
I have been up half the morning trying to get the oven to light up. And finally it got started…but then I went to turn on the faucet and nothing came out.
The pipes can’t be frozen…I left the water running all through the night. I only turned it off at about 9 something this morning. I rushed to the bathroom…the hot water was running but the cold water….
I started praying.
There was no way I could stay in my parent’s house without water. Then I thought maybe the water had been turned off…and the only reason the hot water was running was because it was what had been left the hot water tank.
But I kept praying…and trying the cold water faucets.
And finally the cold water started running a little tiny bit…then a little bit more…and finally it gushed through. I had come so close to the water pipes freezing. So, bright me…I went upstairs to the vacant apartment upstairs which has been vacant since one of my sisters moved out a couple years ago. I went up to check the water upstairs…the kitchen and the tub faucets worked…but there was no water in the toilet and the basin faucets didn’t work.
So, I left the 2 faucets that worked running a little…only to be walking downstairs and hear what sounded like water dropping in the basement. And that is exactly what it was…water was running out of a pipe.
And all I could think about was how was I going to pay for this?
First, the furance and now this.
And then on top of everything else…I had gotten a letter last week from the lawyer of the mortgage company saying-
“We’re in possession of the property.”
Could it get any worst. But I am a believer…my faith and trust is in God.
I had already gotten an injunction against the mortgage company and had filed a complaint against them…Citifinancial or CitiMortgage as they call themselves are crooks. The unfortunate thing is that many people do not know how to go into court and file their own complaints against these companies. If they could some of these companies would think twice about some of their practices and their treatment of people.
But I will not complain. As cold as it is…it is still not as cold as it was in this house last winter when the gas had been shut off. Without gas…there was no hot water in the house. So, I can bare this…as long as I have hot water. But now this water problem…that could be questionable.
But I am believing and trusting in the Lord.
I used to go to auctions…and still do. But I no longer seek out distressed property. Because I now realize who the people were who were distressed before that property became distressed. If people stopped going out to bid on auction property many of these mortgage companies would work harder with people to keep their property from going into foreclosure.
So, no…now I no longer go to view or bid on distressed property where people were forced out of the property and cast out into the street. No, I do not want any property like that. And I am determined to fight for my parent’s property.
I know that there is nothing free. Bills do have to be paid. And I understand extenuating circumstances…and many times there are extenuating circumstances behind why people fall behind in their debts. Everybody is not trying to get something for nothing. And not everybody is trying to take advantage. But many people have this attitude about everyone in foreclosure…and it is just not so.
Whatever your circumstances I pray that God opens a door and pours relief into your situation. There is nothing worst than worrying over something that you have already put into your mind that you are on the loosing end of. I serve a mighty God…you should try Him. He was the one…not me who got that injunction against CitiMortgage…and it was an unbelievable situation. The lawyers never showed up.
The judge then sent me out and had me to have them re-summon to court a second time. And the 2nd time the lawyers failed to show up again. I know it was God. I have never been in court where the lawyers didn’t show up. Lawyers, of course, get paid to appear in court for their clients…but they did not on these 2 occasions…and they probably still got paid. But I got the injunction…and I have no reason to believe that God did that just so that later on I would loose my parent’s house.
No, I do not. I don’t think so.
I can’t believe the pipes upstairs are burst. It never dawn on me to go upstairs and turn on the water up there to keep those pipes from bursting too. And I would not have realized that the pipes had started to freeze if I had not gone to fill back up the pots I have been boiling on the stove with water…with the hope of aiding in keeping the kitchen to stay somewhat warm. If it hadn’t been for that…man… Thank the Lord.
I don’t care about the pipes upstairs right now…just as long as the pipes down here are not affected. It just means one more thing I will have to get fixed later. But first things first…and that is…get my parent’s property totally out of foreclosure first…and settle all the legal matters that need to be settled on this property.
It is soooooo cold.
I have not been keeping up with the weather…because who wants to sit up in a cold house watching television?
But I was just sitting up trying to type this…and my baby toe on my left foot started freezing. It has to be terribly cold outside. And if you know anything about a cold house…it is always colder inside than it is outside.
Once, Iwent to visit someone…I can’t remember for what but I think it was during a time when I was doing door-to-door sales. The woman answered the door…both she and her husband were wearing coats inside the house and I could tell why. Their house…or apartment…whatever it was was freeeezzzzing. And I really couldn’t see at the time how they could bear it. But I understand now…you do what you got to do when you have to do it. And you do it when you can’t do any better.
Boy, what I wouldn’t do to be cuddled up in front of a big beautiful warm cabin fire…right about right now. That day is coming. But for now…I am happy to be here…on and in my parent’s property…just keeping watch over it.
But I will tell you one thing…living in an apartment…and trying to maintain property are 2 different things. Having for the most part grown up in this house until my parents decided to purchase a second house…one that was bigger by at lease 9 additional rooms and sat on a hill overlooking water. But my father did everything.
I could not imagine marrying a man who couldn’t do anything.
Daddy was the plumber…the electrician…dry-waller…painter…wall paper hanger…automobile mechanic….bike fixer… Daddy was eveything…including a great cook, great Kool Aide, lemonade and ice tea maker…ice cream maker…gardener… Wow, there was nothing that daddy couldn’t do.
I only wished I had recognized it before…I might have bought him less neck ties and socks…and more of more expensive things. He truly was worth it…and so much more.
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1 comment January 17, 2009
As I lay here trying to keep warm…and happy about not having to go outside and shovel any more snow. But I love it.
I am so thankful that my parent’s house is still standing…that water is not leaking down through the roof…that the raccoons are blocked off from traveling downstairs to meet me in our back hallway…and that God blocked my parent’s house from going up on the auction block earlier this year in March.
I have much to be thankful for…including not having suffered what I thought was an on-coming stroke or heart attack last week when my right hand started shaking very badly, and then just froze up on me. And ultimately forced me to have to rush from my class to go directly to a hospital emergency room.
But after having endured that…this past weekend I was out shoveling snow straight up to the day before yesterday. We are buried in it. And I am loving every minute of it…and I am so blessed not to have to be spending my holidays in a hospital.
Though the weather is cold…freeeeezzzing to be exact. It looks pretty. No, beautiful to me…because if I take a notion…I can get up and go outside and walk through it…when I know that I should not be able to do so.
But in regards to my warmth…I keep looking at our fireplace wishing I could make a big bustling fire in it. But I am afraid of risking starting a fire in the wall of the chimney since we haven’t used it or had it cleaned out for a while. But a big bright and warm fireplace lighting up our living room would be nice…and especially on days like this. And even more especially since the furnace is still not fixed.
So, yes the house is cold…but not as cold as it should or even could be. Though the oven is on (and I am being very careful monitoring it)…and most of the doors are closed to block off the cold. And I do have a portable electric heater (which I am also keeping a close eye on) which you really have do when you run electrical items overtime. And then on top of it all…I still have hot water.
So, I’m doing pretty good. Thank God for the hot water.
And believe me having hot water is important.
I will not forget how last year this time I was almost in the same situation though the circumstances were different. From August straight through the 1st of January we had no gas. This meant that there was not any hot water either…which is a very hard situation…and particularly for women. Because unlike men…women must bathe. Washing up is okay…but it is not the same. And to do it for months…in freezing cold water…
Well, let me just say it again…women must bathe.
So, I was forced to have to bathe in freezing cold 2 times a day…once in the morning before leaving out from the house and again once I got back in. And this I did religously in the freezing cold of the house…and cold water only gets colder as it runs. It was quite quite quite freeeezzzing cold. In fact, it was far colder inside our house than it was at any point outside of it.
I know I was miserable during all those days. But thank God…He brought me through it. And I got through it without a sniffle or a sneeze.
And so though I can’t light a fire in our fireplace…I am not as cold as I should be either…and no where near as cold as I was in this house last year.
I am blessed.
And I am finally finished with all my classes and their assignments…I got everything in even though at times my right hand continued to occasionally act up. But I made it through…and yesterday I returned to the school library 2 books that I owed them.
So, I am in the house for the duration of the holiday…short of having to go back out to shovel more snow…or throw down some more salt if it gets slippery again.
I can’t imagine what the temperture outside is today. But I know it is in the low something. It looks very cold and dark outside. There is no sun anywhere to be found…nothing but snow upon snow.
It is like a freezer outside. So, I am inside…trying to keep warm. But I am loving it…because God has been good to me.
Remember those who have less than you and who may or may not have a roof over their heads…or a car in their garage…or food in their refrigerator…or in their pantry…or a coat to put on…or electricity…or gas to heat their home. Let us pray for them…and keep them lifted up in our prayers throughout the year. They would love to be in my situation I have no doubt. So, I have nothing to complain about. I’m blessed.
Yes, I am blessed…and very highly favored. And I thank God for His ever loving mercies.
So, whatever your holiday plans are…be careful and enjoy those whom you love. And may God grant you to step into a wonderful 2009. I am looking forward to it…and all the God has in store for me.
And always be mindful…that there is nothing like family. And nothing at all like a good family…definitely worth more than gold.
We pray also for family unity…unity from this point on…in Jesus’ name.
God bless….Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
And may your Santa give you exactly and everything that you are hoping and looking for.
Praise ye the Lord…for He is mighty in all things. And I am sure He has so much more for you…in 2009.
Well, God bless…and thanks for reading this blog…and please be sure to continue to share this blog site with your family, co-workers and all your friends… “pass it on” www.bsmith101.wordpress.com ©2008
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Add a comment December 24, 2008
Last night after getting in from an affair I smelled a funny odor in the house. At first it was faint and I didn’t pay much attention to it. But as the night wore on…nearly an hour or so later…the smell became more and more evident to me.
I started thinking about the possibility of a fire being inside the walls. We have all heard those stories. How for nearly a week the family smelled something and didn’t know what it was.
Besides, I had recently had to unplug my diesel truck when I had smelled something upon awakening in the middle of the night…something that very much smelled to me like fresh popped pop corn. It wasn’t fresh popped pop corn…but turned out to be the outlet that I had plugged my truck’s extension cord into. More to be exact it was one of those multi-plug things we all use for our computers and everything else that we have to plug in. But the extension cord running from inside the house to truck is constantly on…and I guess the outlet just couldn’t take it.
Upon sniffing…I found out I didn’t have a pop corn problem but an electrical outlet problem. Which I quickly solved by unplugging the cord and cutting off the multi-outlet. But because I have seen so many Christmas news stories about electrical outlets and Christmas trees…and of course those electrical extension cords causing fires…that I didn’t hestitate to unplug the whole thing for good.
When I smelled what I smelled this time…I immediately began to assume that maybe I hadn’t solve that problem at all.
I thought that maybe even though I had unplugged the truck and killed the outlet switch…that perhaps it had caused a fire to start in the inside of my parents house’s wall. So, I sniffed and I sniffed but when I went near the area of the shut-off multi-plug outlet there was nothing. Now, Sherlock really had to go to work because the smell was getting stronger…and I felt an urgent need to find it.
While I was sitting in a certain area of the dinning room the smell seemed it’s strongest. But there was nothing there. And when I sniffed the area…I could smell nothing outside of a whiff of the smell.
That is when I decided I better go check downstairs in the basement.
As I started down the basement stairs, I felt heat like I had never felt before from down there. In fact, I was hit with like a wall of heat. Immediately I headed for the furnace. And the furnace it was.
It was all lit up…bustling red hot…it was as I had never seen it before. The coils running out at the bottom of furnace were red hot…and this was something that never was before.
I tried to look and see if the furnace was out of water. And as far I could tell it was.
So, I reached up and took the knob to the water pipe and began to release water down into the furnace. But the furnace response to water was violent. It started making all kinds of weird noises. I feared that the furnace was going to blow up. Which is exactly what I thought upon seeing how red hot all the elements on it were. It looked like it was going to explode.
So, I quickly turned off the water upon hearing its reaction to the water being released into it. And I ran up the stairs. Well…I tried to get up the stairs as quickly as I could. I went directly to the thermostat to the furnace, and I turned it all the way off. I hoped that this was going keep the furnace from blowing up my parent’s house…which upon looking at that furnace that was exactly what I thought would happen. I definitely felt that the furance was well on its way to exploding.
All I could think about was my parent’s house…and how it had no insurance on it. If it were to blow up…where would I go?
What would I do?
Where…what..how could I…
Not to mention…I would have been the cause of blowing up my parent’s house….something that they had work hard for…and made all kinds of sacrifices for.
So, I prayed…and I prayed…and asked God, “Please don’t let my parent’s house blow up.”
When I awoke this morning the house wasn’t as cold as I thought that it would be. It hadn’t blown up. But I knew I had to call the furnace people. Because I was not going to dare turn it back on without calling someone to come and check it out first.
I was so happy that the house hadn’t gotten leveled to the ground…and that God once again had stepped in on my behalf. And He did…as always.
So, a few minutes ago the furnace guys came and ran water into the now very cold furnace. And after a while the water ran out of furnace onto the ground of our basement…which was the thing what they were looking to see if it would happen.
They then informed me of what they knew I really didn’t want to hear. They told me that I should not have turned on the cold water but rather I should have turned off the furnace and then allowed it to cool all the way down first. This is message to those of you reading this as to how not to end up costing yourself an additional $4,000 to $5,000 bill by having to replace your furnace.
Yes, that is what I have to do.
I must pay to have a whole new furnace put in because I reacted without thinking before turning on that cold water. This was something we have all learned in our grade school science class…but who remembers this stuff when thrown into a situation many years later?
Though I must say…I am not sure that I may not have turned on that water anyway. Sometimes we all learn best…when we end up having to pay for it.
This is a lesson I have now learned…and learned it the hard way (much like that other story I told you in a prior blog when I stuck a fork into an electric toaster while the toaster was on…you’ve have got to read that blog). But I have now well learned this lesson too. And I am not subject to ever forget it again.
My parents used to take us to Florida during the summer to spend some time with our grandmother. Once, while driving to Florida many years ago when we were still kids. I had just started driving at this paricular time. On road down to Florida, our car overheated. I clearly remember now…how we sat along side the road waiting on the radiator to cool down before daddy poured some water into it. I also now remember him risking burning his hand to take the cap off the radiator so the heat that had built up inside the radiator could escape.
None of that came to me last night.
Daddy was sure something. He really was.
Somehow, I appreciate him and all the things he did and could do a lot more now than ever before. And it grieves me to say that…because I certainly didn’t appreciate him as much as I should have when we had him with us.
Daddy did burn his hand. But after a while we were soon back on our way. And everytime we stopped…daddy got out and kept checking the radiator from that point down and all the way back home. And he never complained about his hand.
I am so happy I didn’t blow up my parent’s house.
Let us all pray for the homeless and those facing foreclosure…and those who’s problems are not so easily fixed.
Early this morning I had the chance to meet Nikki Giovanni…and I took it. I cut my History class and found my way down to the auditorium where she was speaking. She was all of what I expected and much more. But while there I ran into an old friend.
This old friend was a woman whom I have known from the days when my parents used to pack us up and send us off for 2 weeks to camp. She was then one of the little campers…just like me. But she told me how her daughter had died instantly in car crash on her way to the airport. Then she commenced to tell how her sister, Darlene, has just passed. Darlene had been a little camper with us…she was just a couple years older than her sister telling me the story. She also told me how Darlene prior to dying had been in intensive care for 2 months. And then she told me how she had also just buried an uncle.
When you think that times are bad…or that you have it hard. Just keep this in mind. That there is always someone going through something worst.
Enjoy your weekend…and be bless.
Before closing let me thank each of every one of you for reading these blogs. About a week ago my stats for these blogs were barely over a 1,000 hits. But that isn’t bad considering I had only gotten started blogging back in June of this year…and who ever thought I would be blogging. I didn’t even know what blogging was…much less how to do or that I cared to do it at all. But within a weeks time from last week I have neared almost 4,000…and that is because of you. By some time Wednesday it may be 5,000 if not more.
When I started I wondered about how people would find my blog?
There were times when only one or two people read them…but now…it is over 200 hits per day.
I think that is wonderful. I certainly would not have thought anything like that.
Who could be interested in reading anything I have say…on anything?
I just hope that I am saying something that makes sense to you, that may inspire you…or even give you reason to pause and consider some things. But most of all I thank you for allowing me the opportunity to share with you…and be able from time to time to tell you just how good God is to me.
Thank you so very much.
TUESDAY…TUESDAY…TUEDAY!!!!! Just can’t wait.
Even the little ones support Obama!
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Smile and have a wonderful wonderful weekend. It’s nice day today. Absolutely beautiful…very mild and no snow flurries.
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Add a comment October 31, 2008
What would mommie think of you?
And I will not say ‘all of you’…I have heard that enough times myself in regards to our family situation. But when a member or members are wrong…or doing the wrong thing or things…there are few or little options…short of going to jail because you killed them. Just ask me…
And no, I am not currently sitting on Death Row because I did in a sister or brother or two…thank goodness there is a God. But had I not been saved…I might well be in jail…and possibly on Death Row. Because that is how intense family affairs can grow.
It is extremely painful and hurtful to have to go into court…and side against someone who is a sibling or other family member. But there are times when it must be done.
I have sat in court and tried to hide the tears knowing that I did not want to be there. But courses of events brought on by sisters and brothers forced me to do it in order to not loose my parent’s property…because it was all that was left after they had ran through everything else.
And though they didn’t want to pay anything to save the property…they didn’t want me to do so either. In fact, they openly proclaimed several times how they didn’t want anything to do with the property…but they would rather loose the house to foreclosure than to see me with it…or try themselves to save it. And it was never and has never been about me having it…not for me.
It had been what my parents had worked for it. They had labored, saved, struggled…and sacrificed for it and our 2nd house which was lost years later. How were we going going to just sit around and loose what they had worked so hard for…at a time when black folks could barely get mortgages and had to work hard for every dime they got?
And to see a nearly 2 hundred thousand dollar house go down the drain for less than 5 thousand dollars in arrears…with 2 mortgages less than $350/per month combined.
How could I do that?
How could I allow that?
I could not…and I would not let my parent’s house go to a bunch of people who knew nothing of my parents or the legacy that they desired to leave for their grand-children and great grand-children unto the 4th and 6th generation…and beyond.
So, yes…I sat in court trying to secretly wipe away tears…sad that I had to be brought there to the court house because of greed and everything else negative that can crawl in between families when people die.
Only to get before the judge and become so overwhelmed with emotions that the tears overtook me. I know how it feels. But it has to be done.
What a mess this is. And it is not a joke either…and it only gets worst. But truth will prevail…but you must be steadfast and maintain your interigty.
Don’t look for everybody to understand…because they are going to tell you are wrong.
Take confidence in yourselves and pray for your brother that he might see the errors of his ways.
You will cry.
It does hurt.
But let nobody destory what you father died for…and what you mother fought to bring into being…that his life would a testament unto the world through the generations.
If the information in the LINK BELOW is true…Dexter might find himself looking at jail time. Uncle Sam does not play. And the sad part…he has emptied out many estates…i.e. Sammy Davis, Jr….Redd Foxx…James Brown…etc…and settled a lot of family disputes.
Dexter’s counter-law suit…
Family matters hurt. Be encouraged…and always endeavor to do the right thing.
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Add a comment August 21, 2008
I recently wrote how shocked I was to find out that Yolanda King had passed last year at the age of 51.
In fact, I woke up this morning thinking just how blessed I am. And it is not just that I am alive…but I have a son, I have a slew of fantastic nieces and nephews, a wonderful and encouraging church family, the best of friends, cousins etc…and then I was gifted with the very best of parents…and have always had the best of everything. So, yes I awoke this morning thinking…how blessed I am.
Though I was shocked about Yolanda’s passing, I am not, however, shocked about the problems the siblings are currently having. When you listen to Bernice King speak at Yolanda’s Home Going service,in the youtube footage in my last blog…there was a sense that something was going on among them.
That is very unfortunate.
Bernice kept expounding on ‘listen to the voice of the Lord and give no heed to another.’
When people die there are a mixture of emotions which surface…among them are greed, selfishness and a sense of ‘I’m going to get mine before anybody else does’…just to name a few.
When you are forced with having to deal with loss…greed and selfishness are not 2 things…along with anything else negative…that you want also on your emotional plate of loss and grieving.
For some…death brings their families closer together…but for more it drives them apart. The court is loaded with families seeking legal relief regarding family issues which arose upon the heels of someone dying.
Just a few seconds ago I was chatting with a friend…the one who is hooked on youtube and is emailing all those old R & B/Soul singers…and she informed me that Bernice and Martin, the third, had filed a law suit against their brother, Dexter King, for mis-managing family funds and the funds of their father’s center, the Martin L. King, Jr. Center for Non-Violence, in Atlanta, of which Dexter now heads.
There is nothing like death to bring out the absolute worst in people. You will see and hear things you never would have thought would be coming from people you loved, trusted and never would have expected would be acting as they are now acting.
Estate matters hurt. And more often than not they have to be dealt with through the courts…either Probate and/or Civil Court.
Regarding our own estate affairs on several occasions I have had to go into court to pursue some sort of action, such as becoming the Executor of my parent’s estate. I needed to become the Executor of the Estate for one reason…because somebody has to be over the property….the property simply cannot regulate itself. And the other reason that really prompted me to seek the Executorship of my parents estate was this. Somebody had tried to take out $40,000 against my parent’s property…which was luckily declined. This and worst are the kind of problems you can come face to face with when people start dying…and greed, selfishness and I’ve got to get mine… all enter the picture.
It is hard to be at odds with family members…but it happens…and often. And these fights are never kind. No, on the contary they can be downright hateful and vicious…and surprisingly so. But someone has to maintain the high road…the right road. Somebody has to stand for truth and what is right…yet forsake the spirit of hatefulness and viciousness…though it is being showered upon you. Otherwise, you will become just like the wrong party or parties…and no one will be able to decipher you one from another. And that they might not be able to do anyway by the time the other side gets through dragging your name through the mud.
Just look to be demonized…if you are the one trying to do the right thing. By the time you are really in the midst of it…they will…or he or she will…have you looking like the culprit to anyone who will give them an ear. And everybody will come to you…and ask what are you doing?
Why are you tearing apart the family?
You will be the thief the robber and everything in between.
It will take much crying. Many nights of soul searching…and living in isolation. But prayer can conquer anything. And lots of it.
And one other thing…having someone who will listen to you…who can offer wisdom and counsel you through it. Someone who will not prosecute you…because they have already become contaminate by buying into what the other side was saying…because they bought into the lies.
I have found that you have to be able to voice you pain…your strife’s…the turmoil’s that you become faced with during life which keep you up all hours of the night…or all night.
Just to be able to have one somebody…to be able to tell it all to. Unloading verbally your problems can be an awful good feeling and somewhat of a healing tool in a time of need. That is what my friend whom I have shared with you that we believe is in the process of passing. When I coundn’t find anybody else with whom I could discuss it with…she gave me her ear…and she counseled me through it. And I never once found her counsel lacking.
My problem was that I was in New York…and I kept saying-
“Oh, I’m not there.”
So, I allowed them to do what they were doing without me interfering.
I had no idea what was going or to what level…until I was forced to go home…even I was constantly questioning family members about it.
And God made it so I had no choice in the matter. I was evicted…so, I had to go home.
Once there I came to find out that the very person I relied upon to keep me inform about matters at home…had been lying to me. In fact, I came to find out that he was one of the culprits and he became one of my biggest antagonizers. And that he had apparently never heard that inheritance comes after death.
Following the passing of my mother, my father took it very hard. And it doesn’t help anything seeing your children clamoring for everything they can get…grab and snatch from you…and you haven’t even closed your eyes yet.
That has to hurt…after working all of your life for a bunch of people who suddenly become like strangers to you…can be, I have no doubt, devastating. Yes, he became quite devastated…my father just eventually shut down and gave up.
Money and things can make people change…and go crazy. And my parents had money and they had things…and nothing they had was cheap.
We grew up living very well.
And I know I said it in my other blog on estate issues…but maybe we had too much. One thing for sure we had no appreciation…and those who had some didn’t have enough of it to make difference on my father’s behalf.
If you would care to read more this story CLICK the LINKS below.
Some people may not understand why Bernice or Martin are going after Dexter. But I do.
Dexter just bought a 4.16 million dollar home in Malibu…that’s Cali…in a ritzy suburb of LA…if you want to get specific. But he heads the Martin Luther King, Jr. Center in Atlanta?
It really doesn’t sound like Dexter intends to spend much time in Atlanta…doing his job and assisting in keeping the family legacy going.
No, it sounds more like Dexter has the glitter of Hollywood more on his mind…and a highly expensive pallet to go with it.
On the surface it sounds more like little Dexter is out to deplete the family estate of all its funds…and is acting like he can’t understand their lawsuit against him.
I don’t know why not…since he is the one spending the all the money. And has probably been more like they have been trying to call him.
I have seen some of the best…they grew up with me. And when I stood in court beside them and heard them speak…if I hadn’t been privy to what we were in court for…forget the judge…I would have believed them. And they were in court talking against me.
If they, Bernice and Martin, don’t stop Dexter…he is going to run straight through every nickle and dime they have and everything else. And whatever is left after he gets threw trashing the all the funds…that will go up on the auction block…just like it is in our situation.
It hurts…and people may not like it…may sit on the sideline surmising the situation…those outside of the King family. And even them themselves, Bernice or Martin may not like it. They might like having to do it…in fact I know they probably don’t. But if they don’t do it they will have to reap the consequences of the reckless disregard of their brother…as I now am after turning a blind eye to the situation until I was forced into it and had no choice but to deal with it…and try to get this upside down situation…rightside up again.
“Dragging the family name through the mud like that.”
But is there a cause?
You get a relative…a sibling…or relatives or siblings…who is out to plunder and destory everything that your parents worked for…and/or out trying to ruin your family name…and lets see how you would handle it. Short of going to jail…the only other way is by going to court. And that becomes public even if your name is not King.
Thinking about my last blog where I discuss my friend who had MS.
I really felt a bit guilty. I think I made it seem as though I had been some kind of great friend. When in fact I had not.
After writing that blog, I laid down and thought about it.
I had become some kind of radio super star. I found some new friends and rarely even spoke with my friend other than in passing. But yet she continued to be nice and pleasant towards me.
Where we had hung out together before during our first year on campus…during that second year and beyond we did not. I didn’t have time for her…I was…well…too busy making a name for myself at the campus radio station. And when I wasn’t there…I was…well…sitting around clowning and playing cards with my new friends. And I never thought of my friend much during those latter years…until I found out she was sick.
I think about that now.
If I could rewrite that history…I would.
I didn’t value our friendship. For that matter…I didn’t value her.
I made mention of this to another friend of mines this evening. And I said-
“You know I really need to write that…because really I wasn’t a good friend. And I think I made it sound as if I had been.”
And she said-
“Yes, but we were all 18…20 years old then.”
Treasuring people is not something that should come with maturity. But it should be iinstinctual and begin from day one…when or as people come into our lives.
That first year was nice…but boy what fun we could have had those other years…if I had only been wiser…and a real friend.
When my friend needed me…I was weak…and useless.
I will never forget going to visit her one day while I was working at a local radio in her town, which gave me cause to have to see her more regularly. But I will never forget getting there and finding out she had suffered 3rd degree burns all over her body. Simply because she had tried to bathe herself. There had been no one there to help her. The home health aide who was suppose to be there with her many times would not even show up or would leave early leaving my friend alone many times, as I later informed by my friend’s mother.
It angered me that no one paid attention to stuff like that…and that no one cared. That person…that home health aide whom I had never once seen in the few times I visited with my friend during the time I worked at that radio station…she should have never been allowed to do that. And not only that but my friend by this time was in such a state that she really needed round the clock care.
When I think back on it now…struggling that way kept my friend out of a nursing home and also near her daughter whom she adored…and who had virtually became the parent to her mother. She was just a young kid mostly caring for her mother almost virtually herself. And today she too is suffering with MS.
Just knowing that about the aide…I should have agitated for my friend for better care…or something. But not even that did I do.
I know you are waiting on some more Chinese…and I will give it to you…it’s coming. If only I can find my Chinese book.
Started really cleaning the house today…so any day now I should put my hand on that book. That is all I am going to say…except also my friend to whom I was talking with this evening pointed out to me how I spelled Collin Powell’s name wrong. Good looking out…now if I can just figure out how to correct that…I will. Thanks.
Got to get into New York on Sunday…it is my Pastor’s Anniversary. This will also give me a chance to visit with my friend who we believe is passing.
Wouldn’t it be great if God just lifted her up off of her sick bed. And gave her to speak again…to walk again…and to eat again. It is great to know that God is capable of doing all things…including that. And for Him that would just a light thing.
Well, God bless…
Before getting off the line with my friend…we started talking a little bit about politics.
It has been a bit tooquiet politically don’t you think?
It just means to me that those sneaky Republicans are busy planning how to rig the election. I have never seen a more dishonest bunch…outside of some of my own family members. I’m just kidding about some of my family members…but it could be a true statement…might be true. But they are mines anyhow. I can kid somewhat about it now…but believe me it has been a very trying time when you have to deal with family woes.
McCain can’t out talk him, can’t debate him…doesn’t have his youth, zeal or appeal. It’s like Buggs Bunny running circles around Elmer Fudde.
Look for the big fix…and all of the dirtious tricks they can pull out of their hats and anybody elses to start hitting the air waves soon. ©2008
Add a comment August 2, 2008