Today was Leisure League luncheon. Wonderful food, as usual. And for 2-3 hours with friends, who can beat $5.00 for food and entertainment?
The entertainment was a reminiscence and recap of her mother's life and writings by Eva's daughter Ginger. Eva Rutland came from a Black family whose roots in the USA were in slavery. Very successful generations were born in spite of segregation.
Eva is 91 years old now. She is blind since she was 50, and has a tracheotomy. Eva, according to Ginger, considers these minor problems! Indeed, the woman is full of joy and laughter. She told me that her children treated her so well and that she was so fortunate. I had to agree with her. I sat at the same table with Eva, and had the pleasure of lively conversation with her.
When We Were Colored was originally published under the title The Trouble with Being a Mama. I bought the book, and it's sitting next to me waiting to be read. I'll let you know all about it after I've read it. Maybe even quote some passages. The woman has a delightful sense of humor.
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Now for the fer of the Two:
There's a two-story office building across the driveway from these apartments. The building is shaped like T, with the bar facing the street, and the length of the building alongside the driveway. The second story of bar and the stem are connected by a breezeway.
Several weeks ago there was a fire in the cross bar. Except for the prompt arrival of the fire department, the fire could have spread to the long stem. The cross bar got boarded up, but then nothing seemed to be happening. All of a sudden, deconstruction starts.
The top floor was wood, and has been completely removed. The bottom floor is open to the weather. It's made of cinder blocks, so the interior is being gutted, and I'd guess that the cinder block part of the structure will remain intact.
The point of this is: The deconstruction is being done by some smallish brown men of the Mexican persuasion. They're of slight build and don't seem to be particularly muscular. But they're supermen!! They took down that second floor like it was made of papier mache. There are usually two men working together, and an occasional third man who does some tidy-up work. Two huge dumpster have hauled off the detritus of the second floor. There's one of those construction fences around the place, and some reusable lumber is being store there.
Business as usual is conducted in the offices in the stem of the T. I'll let you know if the second story is rebuilt.
Bless
The entertainment was a reminiscence and recap of her mother's life and writings by Eva's daughter Ginger. Eva Rutland came from a Black family whose roots in the USA were in slavery. Very successful generations were born in spite of segregation.
Eva is 91 years old now. She is blind since she was 50, and has a tracheotomy. Eva, according to Ginger, considers these minor problems! Indeed, the woman is full of joy and laughter. She told me that her children treated her so well and that she was so fortunate. I had to agree with her. I sat at the same table with Eva, and had the pleasure of lively conversation with her.
When We Were Colored was originally published under the title The Trouble with Being a Mama. I bought the book, and it's sitting next to me waiting to be read. I'll let you know all about it after I've read it. Maybe even quote some passages. The woman has a delightful sense of humor.
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Now for the fer of the Two:
There's a two-story office building across the driveway from these apartments. The building is shaped like T, with the bar facing the street, and the length of the building alongside the driveway. The second story of bar and the stem are connected by a breezeway.
Several weeks ago there was a fire in the cross bar. Except for the prompt arrival of the fire department, the fire could have spread to the long stem. The cross bar got boarded up, but then nothing seemed to be happening. All of a sudden, deconstruction starts.
The top floor was wood, and has been completely removed. The bottom floor is open to the weather. It's made of cinder blocks, so the interior is being gutted, and I'd guess that the cinder block part of the structure will remain intact.
The point of this is: The deconstruction is being done by some smallish brown men of the Mexican persuasion. They're of slight build and don't seem to be particularly muscular. But they're supermen!! They took down that second floor like it was made of papier mache. There are usually two men working together, and an occasional third man who does some tidy-up work. Two huge dumpster have hauled off the detritus of the second floor. There's one of those construction fences around the place, and some reusable lumber is being store there.
Business as usual is conducted in the offices in the stem of the T. I'll let you know if the second story is rebuilt.
Bless