Thursday, September 27, 2012

"My Dear Aunt Margaret"


Margaret Washington-Clifford, the granddaughter of Booker T. Washington
By Rick Badie
The Atlanta Journal-Constitution

October through December was candy-making time at Margaret Clifford’s home.
Fall provided the ideal temperature for chocolate to settle just so. Sweets from Washington Candy Co. were shipped worldwide during the holidays.
Mrs. Clifford’s late mother founded the business in Tuskegee, Ala., in 1922.
Among many things, Margaret was also an entrepreneur. In 1981 she reopened the Washington Candy Company, keeping a promise to carry on. 
For Mrs. Clifford, fulfilling that pledge reflected traits she considered the pillar of any community. They also were the ideals her grandfather — Booker T. Washington Jr. — promoted a century ago as the most influential black leader in America.
And they were the cornerstone of numerous presentations Mrs. Clifford made to local schools and organizations about the founder of Tuskegee University. Her message, said daughter, Robin Banks of Atlanta, complemented her grandfather’s — will your way to greatness.“Honesty, thrift, character — those are the kinds of things he so strongly believed in,” she said at the time. -end

Margaret Washington Clifford...my dear great aunt Margaret, the second daughter of Booker T. Washington and Edith Washington Shehee, born in Chicago in 1921. Educated, Spiritual, and beyond fashionable. She served as a teacher, counselor and vice president in California schools before returning to Atlanta University in 1976 to teach. An active member of Saint Luke’s Episcopal Church in Atlanta where she served on the Usher’s Board, Daughters of the King and the Church Newsletter Board. Margaret was a life member of the Phi Delta Kappa international organization. She also held membership in Delta Kappa Gamma International Honor Society for women teachers, the American Association for Counseling and Development, the American Association of University Women, the National Council of Negro Women, the Southeastern Psychological Association and other organizations.

Clifford was the widow of the late Dr. Paul I. Clifford, himself the grandchild of a civil rights pioneer — J.R. Clifford — who had been aligned with Booker T. Washington Jr.’s critics and had, with W.E.B. DuBois, founded the Niagara Movement, forerunner of the NAACP, mother of the late Luke Cabiness and sister of the late Louise Washington O’Neal and Edith Washington Johnson. She is survived by her children, Marshal Abuwi and Robin C. Banks (who I thank for this amazing jewelry collection I am able to share with you all), and her sister Gloria Jackson Baskin (my grandmother) of Los Angeles; five grandchildren; and three great-grandchildren. My dear Aunt Margaret (1920-2009).

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Recently, after hearing I had opened a vintage boutique, I was invited to visit my great aunt’s home in Atlanta (per Robin Banks, cousin) to rummage through her old jewelry, clothes, and accessories. Aside from family heirlooms, and sentimental pieces the family and I have kept for personal keepsakes, I was encouraged to take these timeless pieces and share them with my clients at Boutique e-lu-sive. I want to invite you into a world of Washington’s... history, legacy, and classic taste. I am so grateful and appreciative to have come from such a prestigious and gracious background. I thank you Robin for allowing and trusting me to give your mother’s jewelry collection a 2nd life. 

I'm very excited to introduce you to...








Friday, September 14, 2012

(Im)perfect(ly) me

Just me...


Daughter
An Auntie....
A Friend...
A girlfriend.
A Business owner...
A Screenwriter...
HAPPY ...

With him.










chao!

Monday, February 18, 2008

"We never think we can get over something until we do"

I went on my Myspace today- it had been centuries. I was breezing over my page... looking at old pictures, and messages. I came across this one and only blog entry I wrote in 2008. I thought I would share.


Monday, February 18, 2008

Title: Its written on your forehead

Current mood: optimistic

Category: Life

You can control the mind but not the heart. My life seems to be straight Black and white....no shades of gray. But yesterday... yesterday I was in the gray, this morning, bright blood red....  When I looked in mirror the words "get over it" were stamped on my forehead. Eyes looked like I had been crying for years, body like I havent ate in months. I tried to take some soap and water and wash the words off....I scrubbed my forehead so hard it started to burn. After scrubbing and rinsing and washing and scrubbing again the words were finally gone...finally! Even though the words were gone, the pain from trying to erase them was still visible.  I cried through the night, and when I woke the next morning the words had reappeared. Same process, scrub scrub scrub, rinse, scrub, rinse. Play the victim all day. "My head hurts" "Leave me alone" "Can't you see that i'm hurting?" "Why aren't you babying me?" I realized that even though I got the words off my forehead....in the morning the words would be right back there. I needed a new... more permanent solution. After months of scrubbing the words off each and every day just so I could pretend at school and at work that they were never there...scars started to appear. When the scars started to visibly appear I started waking up angry....waking up sad...hiding from myself and the truth. Covered the words on my head with a bang, make-up, hats. I needed something permanent...or these words, these feelings, would be with me forever. So I started to ignore the words in the morning.  In the mirror in the morning....I would pretend....like the words weren't even there...that the words didn't bother me. Soon enough I said "enough with the scrubbing". I accepted what was written on my forehead, I owned it, but I didn't let it get to me. I would walk around like thoe words weren't even there.  When I finally stopped scrubbing, stopped focusing on the negative, the pain, the words started fading on their own. Each morning I woke up and a letter was gone. I started forgetting that the words were ever there. Then one day, days, weeks, months later, I woke up, looked in the mirror, and the words were all gone, and so were the scars. I felt beautiful again. I felt needed again, I felt loved again, I felt like myself again....for the first time since those words appeared on my forhead ever since we split. So I brushed my hair off my face, When I walked outside today I ran into my neighbor and he said to me " There's something different about you today...is it your hair?...you're wearing it off your face these days...I havent seen your face in so long, your look prettier than ever. Don't ever cover up that beautiful fore head again."
 And we lived happily ever after....

Dear October,



"Even beauty loses its appeal after repeated exposure"

Dear October,

Here we are again.

Love,

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Lyrics to Love: Breakeven


                           "If music be the food of love, play on."

Songwriters: O'DONOGHUE, DANIEL JOHN / SHEEHAN, MARK ANTHONY / FRAMPTON, ANDREW MARCUS / KIPNER, STEPHEN ALAN


I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing
Just prayin' to a god that I don't believe in
Cause I got time while she got freedom
Cause when a heart breaks no it don't break even

Her best days will be some of my worst
She finally met a man that's gonna put her first
While I'm wide awake she's no trouble sleeping
Cause when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven... even... no

What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you,
And what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up that you're ok
I'm falling to pieces, yeah,
I'm falling to pieces

They say bad things happen for a reason
But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding
Cause she's moved on while I'm still grieving
And when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven even... no
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/t/the_script/breakeven.html ]
What am I gonna to do when the best part of me was always you,
And what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up that you're ok
I'm falling to pieces, yeah,
I'm falling to pieces, yeah,
I'm falling to pieces
(One still in love while the other ones leaving)
I'm falling to pieces
(Cause when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven)

Oh you got his heart and my heart and none of the pain
You took your suitcase, I took the blame.
Now I'm try'na make sense of what little remains ooh
Cause you left me with no love and no love to my name.

I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing
Just prayin' to a god that I don't believe in
Cause I got time while she got freedom
Cause when a heart breaks no it don't break
No it don't break
No it don't break even no

What am I gonna do when the best part of me was always you and
What am I suppose to say when I'm all choked up that you're ok
(Oh glad your okay now)
I'm falling to pieces yeah
(Oh I'm glad your okay)
I'm falling to pieces yeah
(One still in love while the other ones leaving)
I'm falling to pieces
(Cause when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven)

Oh it don't break even no
Oh it don't break even no
Oh it don't break even no

*WATCH THE MUSIC VIDEO HERE -----> www.youtube.com/watch?v=9yZ1uI5yPbY