Coal Black and de Sebben Dwarfs

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US Army Nurse Corps Captain Della H. Raney, the first African-American nurse of the US Army in WW2, Camp Beale, California, United States, 11 Apr 1945.

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Research takes an author to pedagogical places. While researching WWII for an upcoming novel, I stumbled on this great lady and had to reblog.

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Coal Black and de Sebben Dwarfs

While researching Jim Crow I discovered this and other interesting posts by blogger Abagond. I am very impressed.

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“Coal Black and de Sebben Dwarfs” (1943) is an American cartoon, Warner Brothers’ answer to Disney’s “Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs” (1937). It is seven-minute long comedy set to jazz music and has an all-black cast.

Some say it is one of the best cartoons ever made, yet Cartoon Network, which owns the rights, never shows it. It was pulled from American television in 1968 and became one of the “Censored 11” – cartoons that are so thoroughly racist that editing out a racist joke here or a blackface character there could not save them.

While it is clear that it is well made and that you are supposed to be laughing your head off, it keeps hitting you over the head with image after image of blacks as being little better than monkey men, as creatures with huge lips and big eyes.

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US Army Nurse Corps Captain Della H. Raney, the first African-American nurse of the US Army in WW2, Camp Beale, California, United States, 11 Apr 1945.

Research takes an author to pedagogical places. While researching WWII for an upcoming novel, I stumbled on this great lady and had to reblog.

11 April 1945

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US Army Nurse Corps Captain Della H. Raney, the first African-American nurse of the US Army in WW2, Camp Beale, California, United States, 11 Apr 1945. United States National Archives

US Army Nurse Corps Captain Della H. Raney, the first African-American nurse of the US Army in WW2, Camp Beale, California, United States, 11 Apr 1945.

Della H. Raney was born in Suffolk, Virginia, on January 10, 1912. A graduate of the Lincoln Hospital School of Nursing in Durham, North Carolina, Raney was the first African-American nurse commissioned a lieutenant in the Army Nurse Corps during World War II. Her first tour of duty was at Fort Bragg, North
Carolina. As a lieutenant serving at Tuskegee Army Airfield in Alabama, she was appointed Chief Nurse, Army Nurse Corps in 1942, the first African American to be so appointed. She later served as Chief Nurse at Fort Huachuca, Arizona.
Raney was promoted to captain in 1945.
After the war, she was assigned to head the nursing staff at the station hospital at Camp Beale, California. In 1946…

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Pray with Jael, Cry With Jael, Dance with Jael

ImageJael was my deepest writing challenge to date. I prayed my way through every word, sentence, and paragraph. I had to put a face on Jael,  give her an identity, a story line,  and all of it had to line up with the Word of God.

Jael is little more than a few sentences in the Holy Bible and little history exist from these dark, dark, ages. But thanks to the Holy Spirit I was able to complete the book.

Jael is for women everywhere, those in the church and those who aren’t. Pastor Warren said it best in the Purpose Driven Life, “it  is not about us but what we do for God”. What Jael did she did for God, hence the title of the book is  “What Jael Did”.

I hope you  find an opportunity to read and experience Jael. Pray with her, cry with her, dance with her, and  learn to love her as much as I do.

Sahara

Note: Jael is available free to church school groups. Contact the author.

Nancy Bostick Bowman “Auntie Nancy”

Orangeburg, South Carolina, 1907
Nancy Bostick Bowman exited her home at 66 Sunnyside dressed up real spiffy in a plumed hat and snazzy buttoned-up shoes. She wore a white shirtwaist tucked neatly into a black broadcloth skirt. Hanging from her shoulder was a large black satchel containing Madam C. J. Walker’s hair dressing products, face creams, and cosmetics.
“You are doing what?” asked Angeline Bostick, when her daughter Nancy announced she was quitting the laundry business to work as a door-to-door Walker agent. Angeline, sitting at her pride-and-joy Singer sewing machine making a dress wasn’t sure she heard Nancy correctly. At aged seventy-five, Angeline did not hear too well at times.
“I said I am giving up doing laundry and going to work as a Walker agent,” Nancy screamed above the dim of the sewing machine. Nancy did not understand her mother’s love for sewing. Nancy only sewed when she had no choice–a missing button here or a loose hem there.
“That is what I thought you said.”  Nancy’s moxie baffled Angeline at times. Her youngest daughter was always breaking the mold and doing her own thing, but vending?” Angeline did not think it was wise to stop doing laundry to sell beauty products. Folks always had dirty clothes. But Angeline kept her mouth shut. After all, Nancy was an adult and perfectly able to make her own decisions
Angeline placed a piece of fabric under the needle and hit the pedal again as Nancy delved into a long story about the disagreement she had with a customer who accused her of putting too much starch in her husband’s shirts, and then refused to pay for the entire wash.” As I stood there trying to explain, she called me derogatory names and ordered me off her door step before she had me arrested.
. “Oh, dear,” Angeline said removing her foot from the pedal. “I am glad you had the good sense to leave and not stay there and argue with her.”
“I left but I was crying mad –to not pay me and call me out of my name too. I have some names for her too, straight out of Webster like imbecile and nincompoop.”
“I hope you didn’t call her out of her name. You know you can’t talk to a white woman like that.”
“No, I didn’t. I have too much respect for myself to argue publicly with anyone and I don’t need to use cuss words to get my point across. You raised me right. And when it comes to making starch, you taught me that right too. I make it correctly with the right amount of potatoes and corn extract. And I know how to read momma–you taught me that. The customer had checked off heavy starch in bold black ink.”
Angeline was flattered by her daughter’s compliments. She had passed on to her children every quality she could, including reading and writing. She wished she had been able to pass on much more but fate had dealt her a bad blow.

“I love you baby and don’t think for a minute that I am not proud of you for standing up for what you believe is right it is just that I don’t like the idea of my child being a charlatan.” Angeline’s foot hit the pedal.
“A charlatan? Seriously, momma, is that what you think?”

Once again Nancy had to talk over the noise of the sewing machine. She waited for Angeline to finish stitching the piece. Nancy decided on her next visit to bring over the Sears and Roebuck catalog and treat her mother to a store bough dress. Sears and Roebuck had some lovely dresses and it did a woman good to treat herself once in a while. “Madame C. J. Walker runs a professional organization,” Nancy said when the machine stopped.
Angeline removed her foot from the pedal. “Who? Angeline asked, biting off a piece of thread with her teeth and spitting it out.”
“Momma you are going to ruin your teeth.”
“I know but it’s quicker than picking up the scissors.”
“I said Madame Walker’s agents are professional.”
“I certainly respect Madame Walker and her achievements but I do not know if sales is the right direction for you to go in. Just yesterday I had to shoo away a salesman trying to sell me a bottle of snake oil that supposedly rids me of all my ailments.’’
“Believe me, momma, I am not selling fake medical cures. I am selling products that keep our women’s hair strong and healthy. I am using the products myself and I am already seeing an improvement. The scalp ointment is good for dryness and I use the temple salve where my hair is thinning at the temples. You have to try some momma; it is quite effective.”
“Child, please, I don’t have the time or the energy to fool with my hair. I will leave that for you young women. My two braids do me just fine. When I go to church I just stick a hat on my head.” Nancy laughed at her mom sitting there with her hair parted down the middle and two thick braids pinned atop her head.
“But I am also selling cosmetics. Instead of purchasing them at the store folks can buy them from me. ”
“I do not have to tell you the kind of women that wear all that stuff on their faces and I do not want you hobnobbing with them.”
“Oh, momma, times have changed. Many decent women are wearing a little face powder nowadays. I am even wearing some to hide my freckles. But, to set your mind at ease, no, I won’t be doing business with those kind of women. I searched the Walsh’s Directory and made a list of potential customers. I listed churches and social groups here in Orangeburg. I ordered some handouts—got a few right here,” Nancy said removing a stack of papers from her purse and handing one to her mother. Angeline, with her glasses perched on her nose, perused the sheet of paper containing a photo of Madam C.J. Walker and a list of her products like Wonderful Hair Grower and Glossine and Vegetable Shampoo. However, Angeline still had misgivings about Nancy’s new venture.
“I reckon it’s a great opportunity but surely you are not the only agent selling Walker products. What if you don’t earn enough commissions to make ends meet?”
“I got a little savings to fall back on.”
“Oh, honey, your savings won’t last forever. You are going to end up in the poor house.”
“But I feel confident that it is going to work out.”
“I hope so because if it doesn’t you are going to need something to fall back on.”
“You are right, momma. But I am thinking positive. Madam Walker has schools and I can learn to do hair and advance in the company.”

 

10 Most Beautiful Love Songs

Your Precious Love….Marvin Gaye and Tammi TerrellImage

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If this World Were Mine…Luther Vandross with  Cheryl LynnImage

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Distant Lover….Marvin Gaye Image

Ohh Baby Baby…. Smokey Robinson & the MiraclesImage

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You Send Me….Sam Cook Image

What Love Has Joined together ..Temptations  Image

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Loving You…. Minnie Riperton  Image

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At Your Best..Aaliyah  Image

To Know.. Jackson Five  Image

My Baby Loves Me….Martha Reeves & the Vandellas   Image

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Pray with Jael, Cry With Jael, Dance with Jael

ImageJael was my deepest writing challenge to date. I prayed my way through every word, sentence, and paragraph. I had to put a face on Jael,  give her an identity, a story line,  and all of it had to line up with the Word of God.

Jael is little more than a few sentences in the Holy Bible and little history exist from these dark, dark, ages. But thanks to the Holy Spirit I was able to complete the book.

Jael is for women everywhere, those in the church and those who aren’t. Pastor Warren said it best in the Purpose Driven Life, “it  is not about us but what we do for God”. What Jael did she did for God, hence the title of the book is  “What Jael Did”.

I hope you  find an opportunity to read and experience Jael. Pray with her, cry with her, dance with her, and  learn to love her as much as I do.

Sahara

Note: Jael is available free to church school groups. Contact the author.

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