Divas Don't Hop, But We're Hip!

FrogTown Diva

FrogTown Diva
Toledo, Ohio, USA
September 23
Editor/eBook Publisher
Observations From the Swamp Many folks think we live in the nether regions of the earth here in Toledo, Ohio. However, Toledo is the birthplace of jazz great, Art Tatum, not to mention many other distinguished and accomplished AfrAms (African-Americans) who often remain unheralded and unrecognized in their home town. This swamp is a petrie dish swarming with undiscovered talent that the world may never know because there are too many slimey creatures down here in the swamp pulling down anyone who tries to climb out and come out into the warmth of the sun. This diva climbed into the swamp with one purpose - to rid the world of slime!

APRIL 18, 2012 6:41PM

Mom was Ann Romney, Grandma was Hilary Clinton, I'm neither

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My mother was a stay-at-home mom, unusual for AfrAm women. But it was the fifties and it was all the rage.

 Actually, that's not why Mom was a homemaker. She was a homemaker because her goal in life was to be a wife (of a preacher) and a mother. So, at the end of her sophomore year in college, she got married at the age of 20

 My grandfather made my father promise that Mom would finish college and she did  - at the college where my grandparents met (the same one that expelled me in 1972 for being a "militant').

 Grandma was a working woman and never wanted to be anything else. She not only taught school five days a week, but she raised cattle on the small ranch my family owns in Texas, grew a bumper crop of vegetables in the world's best single garden I've ever known, cooked better than anyone I've ever met, and reared her four children, two nephews, and two granddaughters, including me.

 I went to live with Grandma after Grandpa died in 1958. She was the most driven woman I've ever known and the reason I supported Hilary Clinton for President - and still do. Women with that  much drive get things done!

 Grandma transformed me from a traumatized introvert (the trauma was from being thrust into a white school in Oklahoma in first grade and being treated like the invisible child) into a straight A student and President of my class by the time I was in high school.

She just didn't give up!

 Mom, on the other hand, worked hard having the perfect home, cooking the perfect meals, and looking like Mrs. Huxtable while doing it. However, she didn't have the perfect marriage nor perfect children. One of my brothers ended up on drugs in prison for a total of twelve years and missing from our lives for twenty, one sister ended up being a paranoid schizophrenic, one sister got pregnant and married a man twice her age, one brother got married three times, and I got kicked out of school.

Enough to make Susy Homemaker quite depressed. My mother started taking antedepressants when her father died and has been taking them since then.

 She did work occasionally: she was a social worker briefly, a dispatcher when my father started a cab company in a town in Oklahoma where the taxis wouldn't pick up black folks, a Kindergarten teacher (I was one of her students) for the black commuity in another Oklahoma town because there wasn't one for black children, and director of a Head Start program in yet another Oklahoma town. But her entire work career was less than ten years. 

After they retired - he from pastoring, she from being a church pianist- she finally had the marriage she'd always fantasized about. My father died of a massive stroke eleven years ago after being in a coma for over a week. His last gesture was picking up  my mother's hand and holding it to his  lips.

Grandma died thirty years after her husband and was a lonely woman at 88 whose life depended on having a child to fuss over. She needed someone to push, a job to do.

She was verbally abusive, given to fits of rage, and kept a tight rein on me growing up, but I loved her with all myheart and miss her so much.

I still have my mom, Alzheimer's and all.

She talks to Grandma and gives me messages from her. Funny, Grandma never approved of her while she was alive, but now they see to be getting along just fine. Guess she finally realizes in death what she couldn't see in life, that being a homemaker didn't make Mom any less strong and determined than she was. She had to have been. She was married to my father for fifty years! 

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You had some strong women in your background Diva.
No wonder you are much the same yourself.
They sure were, Mission. However, I'm not like them. I have my grandmother's desire to work outside the home combined with some of my mother's vulnerability. Tough going. I could never do half of what either of them did.
She talks to Grandma and gives me messages from her.

Ooooh, ask her what Heaven is like. I've always wanted to know and God won't tell me. He just keeps saying, " You know Paris?"

I shake my head no.

"Welp, it's not like that anyways!!"



And sometimes it takes death to get approval!! That's what my dead grandmother tells me all the time!! She still doesn't approve of my life style choices!! WAAA!! ~:D
I saw my father there in a dream. It was a dusky blue where he was. Very peaceful.
What a story. What a storyteller.
Thanks, Helvetica! Love your name!