Congratulations Candidate!

Yesterday, I received the call that my running mate, Melinda Baxter and I were certified to primary the incumbent representatives, Gloria DePina and Lila Wallace.Yeah! What does that mean? We turned in 94 democratic voter signatures from District 5- the Westside more than meeting the 64 signatures required.

On September 14, 2021 we will have our primary and it will be a noteworthy day. New leadership in District 5. Hope for the people of the Westside. Grassroots governing takes time in building coalitions between people on common issues. The key issue for Stamford is overdevelopment and unwholesome and biased zoning and land use practices.

Melinda and I have Martin Luther King, Jr. Apartments, Black ancestry, love for people, especially youth and improving opportunities for all- in common.

I will share more as the weeks go by. This is a long journey and backdropped by the pandemic and the Delta variant. We must be cautious and remain safe. I received my second shot on Monday.

Peace Friends

Bonnie Kim Campbell is a candidate for Stamford Board of Representatives District 5.

Happy Birthday, America!

Well, folks are gearing up for serious picnicking and grilling!  My maternal relatives were professionals. Paul & Mary Medley parents of Peter, John, Ira, Fannie, Ruth & Helen.  Mama (Mary Smith) was passed on by the time I began attending the events in the late 50s.

We arrived at Woodside Park(Scalzi, Stamford, CT) early.  Aunt Ruth and I would get there at 6 or 7 on the morning of July 4th. We had come to get two tables and sit on them. It was hard work to lift the picnic tables. Eventually, the boys would arrive at the park- Peter, John and Ira, (Aunt Ruth & Mommy’s brothers). The process began with placing the tables on level ground, setting up and lighting the grills. The site was complete when the lounge chairs were placed.  The ladies would dress the tables with linens, cutery, plates, condiments and decorations. Mommy always brought an old Hellmann’s mayonnaise jar filled with warm water and a bar of Ivory soap. It was for medicinal and hygiene purposes. At last the White Rock soda bottles were packed in ice. This was the soda that had the fairy kneeling on a rock looking at her reflecting in the lake. She was topless and in later years of political correctness the manufacturer clothed her. It did not matter to us the soda was good!

Once the grills were stoking, breakfast was cooked. In great-grandmama’s cast iron pan you could hear thick bacon sizzle, fried eggs and grease popping. In the medium sauce pan bubbled grits which would soon have cheese added.

Soon we were eating and talking about the old days and the new days. When Uncle Ira was home from the U.S. Air Force we learned about the military and life at international bases. He was a great speaker and very handsome. I was very much influenced by his example  of excellence.

Fourth of July food prep started the day before with Mommy and Aunt Ruth making potato salad, chopped barbecue,macaroni ma  salad, deviled eggs and onion dip. Aunt Mary, Uncle Peter’s wife was a great baker-she brought the church lady mile high and wide cakes, which were German Chocolate, Coconut Cake and sometimes, Peach Cobbler! We miss her; she’s in  heaven now.

Mid-day we ate hamburgers and hot, dogs. We played cards, charades, sang and had a guys vs. girls softball game. We always shared our food with the “hobos” (called homeless today). All of the cousins caught up with each other. Beverly, Phyllis (Peter Medley), Deborah, John (John Medley), Duke, Crystal (Ruth Medley), Robin and me (Fannie Rose Medley) are all first cousins (grandchildren). Jorena and Phyllis (Phoenix), Robert, Jr. second cousins (great-grands). Peter, Whitney,Jessica are all third cousins(great-great grands). Stephen, Peter, Jr.,Paige, Hunter are all fourth cousins (great-great-great grands).

The day would end with steak, peppers,onions, corn on the cob and a garden salad with tomatoes from Papa’s garden. Yum, Yum. I love these memories today and wished I had savored them more in the moment. These people are my heroes even though the first generation is almost gone.  But, in the early years of my childhood I did not know time was moving. I can make all the recipes, but many of us do not eat them because we are vegan, eat only fish,etc. I still prepare tradition in my home having learned how to down-size. This is a tough birthday this year for America; fragile, anxious. Like Kevin Costner the actor, I too ,”do not recognize her. She does not sound like herself. It will take a lot of compassion, patience and skill to work through this time in our homeland”.  We have a resident in 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue who should be invited to leave. There are congressional members who should be ashamed of their acts of omission. Congresswoman Maxine Walters is welcome to dine at Hammerin’ Hank’s Place anytime.

Come for breakfast, Aunt Maxine and Hank will serve you up a low country breakfast; shrimp, cheese grits, biscuits and”sparkling” orange juice.

Moving Up Day @Cloonan

Just thirty minutes ago the eighth graders here at John Jay Cloonan Middle School moved up from being middle schoolers to being newbies at Stamford’s local high schools.  My mind returned to the year 1970 when I moved up here at Cloonan.  It was the same in many ways yet different.  We moved up at night and our parents came from their daily responsibilities to see us “graduate” we called it that. There are no greeting cards for “moving up”. Today the students looked so mature and dressed to the nines.  I so love to sit on a table and watch the parents/ los padres, aunts and uncles/ los tios y las tias,  grandparents/los aubuelos y las aubelas arrive with flowers and lots of balloons. It is a family occasions. Whether you are an honor roll student or a struggling scholar this is a great moment in your life.

I and my colleagues are tired and we are excited to begin summer vacation. I have about eight days of vacation and then summer school begins. I intend to visit the beach, put up summer curtains and read.  I am moving up- up to a summertime mode. One more day after tomorrow.

At the moment congratulations to the Cloonan Eighth Grade class.  Love you!

The crew at Hammerin’ Hank’s Place!

The Journey Begins

Thanks for joining me!

 

Today I am beginning my spoken word offerings.  Sometimes it may be a poem or a situation that is stirring in my heart.  Like today.  I am simmering on a nasty email I received from an individual who is part of a leadership group for which I volunteer. This man is uptight and unable to take any type of criticism or boundary setting.  Yesterday, I had enough!  I told him he was bullying me and I will not accept it!  I do not know about you but when I volunteer it comes from the heart.  I also sacrifice much because I have congestive heart failure and it puts an extra burden on me. Breathing is often and issue. Sometimes I cannot participate in the activity they may need people to participate in.

The older I get the more comfortable I am in taking responsibility for my time and for guarding my heart. No bullies allowed here.  Oh, no! Not at 63 years old.  Yesterday was the first day of summer and I plan on having a great one.  How about you?  You gonna have a ball this summer?

Summer is the time for my favorite martini, Espresso!

Fireflies & Espresso Martinis

She never drank a martini till I made the first for her.

She thought it was for “siditty” people, who were UPTIGHT and held their lips purse.

My gal was more the “Rusty Nail” kind, Johnny Walker and Drambuie, that cocktail really made her feel so groo-vvvy.

 

But, I told her, “Come on honey, let me do this for you- an Expresso Martini, you just gotta do!

I will mix it in a shaker and shake it till its so, so cool,

Pour it into a pretty deep glass, watch you sip it and curl your toes too.

 

Slowly the warmth of the nectar traveled up her neck and her speech grew quieter-than when the evening had first begun.

She leaned into me and slowly said,

“We are all alone now, Baby and for you a lap dance can be had.”

 

Here, we’ll sit on the railing of this grand wrap around porch- watching fireflies dance as the water lilies float.

 

The lake shimmers so pretty as it’s rolling by, but it’s not nearly as lovely as the Beauty I have in my eyes.

 

How lucky can a man be to have all of this-

 

A lakefront property;

fireflies; a beautiful grown woman; and an Espresso Martini at my lips.

 

That’s all for today. The crowd will be coming in for lunch soon and there’s more prep work to be done. Ciao Baby!

 

 

 

 

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton

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