Aunt Francis…#307

Author’s Note:  This is the true story of Aunt Francis, an old colored lady who came to live at the farm where we lived in 1944.  She was respected and loved by everyone who met her; except for my mother and sister.

Aunt Francis

Aunt Francis as she told me to call her lived on this earth over 100 years.  Aunt France born in 1865 was the daughter of slaves.  She thought herself to be watched over by the Angels, her mother and father were never sold; they were still together at the end of the War.  They died and were buried on the same plantation where they were born.

Her birth name was Sarah Francis Belew; she came into my life when I was five – years – old; she was seventy nine.  My daddy needed someone to watch over me while he was in the cotton fields; and my great-grandmother was getting on in age, ninety-five.  My mother worked in town and she would come home most times after we were all in bed and she would be gone before most of us got up.  She asks to be called Aunt Francis.  I realize when I became older that calling her that could be placed in the racist category.  However, in those days my daddy who was discriminated against himself; nor I knew much about being racist.  My mother and sister on the other hand I doubt thought much about being racist, with my mother it was more hate than anything else; and my sister followed in her footsteps.  

Aunt Francis was because of several conditions.  Daddy went to the cotton gin in Priceville, Alabama, pulling a trailer of freshly picked cotton with his tractor.  When he returns in the trailer, where the cotton once lay was Aunt Francis sitting in her big rocking chair, it would be safely to say that I wondered how her legs could carry this gigantic woman; but there she was an indigo blue dress with pink flowers scattered across the material.  Covering the dress was a white bib apron that like the dress reached to the top of her shoes.  Beside her a huge trunk which held all of her worldly belongings.  

It was a Monday, mothers off day from the beauty shop.  A “fight” quickly develops when mother ran to the back porch of our farmhouse wanting to know why “the old colored woman was there”.  She knew Aunt Francis, but act as if she were a total stranger.

 Everyone in Morgan County knew that she live in a lean-to in the back of the general store.  If one does not know what a “lean-to” is, it is a three-sided building place against another building, no windows, and one door in, one door out. She lived there with her son Gus.  It was her only child and the story was that she was raped b a white man, the results being Gus.  She was too old to work the fields and no one wanted her for a maid or cook.  So, she and Gus lived behind the store.  He worked for the store at night cleaning it for a place to live and groceries.  He had been accused of stealing money and placed in jail with a one-year sentence.  The owner of the Priceville General Store put Aunt Francis out on the edge of the road, her rocker and chest.  It was said that he had someone to tear down the lean-to and burn it along with the beds, table and chairs.  

We had a little one room shack across from our house, it had a small pot belly stove and a table and chairs, and bed.  I help as much as I could and we cleaned up the shack and moved her in, daddy cut wood for the stove and brought her canned fruits and vegetables out of mother’s pantry, to tell her when she wanted meat he would bring it from the smokehouse.  He also told her that I would bring her potatoes from the garden. Fresh milk and water from the spring house.  She was all set up before the sun set that day.

Mother did not want her there, but took advantage of it by saying she could clean, wash and cook for the family.  Daddy looked at her saying, that she was not brought there to do any more than help watch me and my grand-mother.  My mother was very unhappy with the situation.  Now she had two to “put up” with. 

She disliked Ma my daddy’s grandmother living with us, and now an old colored woman.  Daddy’s grandmother had raised him when his mother died of the Spanish Flu.  She was a full-blooded Native American, Chickasaw.  Daddy sometimes would say to me, “You know that your mama married beneath her upbringing”, I would be much older before I understood the inference of what he said.  I also felt bad for my mother she had made the mistake of marrying one of the most handsome men in Alabama.  Dark, strong, a beautiful Chickasaw man.  Well it was not the kindness and love caused her to marry him.  My guess is that when my sister was born eight months after she med him, that was the answer.  Of course, it always set my sister off into a tantrum when I would say that they had to get married.  When I was born, my mother did not want another child.  She gave me to my daddy’s half-sister, she kept me until I was three – years- old; when I could almost take care of myself daddy wanted me home.   I had some of the most wonderful care givers in the world, my daddy, Ma (my great-grandmother) and Aunt Francis.

Therefore, I grew up learning how to act, live and survive; these lessons came from Ma and Aunt Francis.  I was a young woman when I lost both of them.  Ma along with my daddy had given me full knowledge of “The Ways” of their people, the nobility and strength.  Aunt Francis gave me the meaning of life, to be alive and how to survive.  She also, gave me the graciousness, and how a young woman should act.  I doubt that I have lived up to their expectations of me, I have tried.

When I returned to Alabama to attend the funeral of Aunt Francis, it had to be one of the darkest days in my life.  My daddy had taken care of her until the day she died.  She moved into town when daddy left the farm when I was twelve- years – old, he found her a house and paid her rent.  He gave her spending money and brought groceries to her weekly, from a list she prepared for him.  My heart aches at the thought of how much she meant to us.  In many ways I miss Aunt Francis more than I do my own mother.  She raised me gave me the love I did not get at home.

Later in life I painted a picture of Aunt Francis in Acrylics, I wanted her to be young and alive.  I have the picture today.  Then much later I begin to write poetry, naturally the piece created “Another Spring for Aunt Francis” was for her.  I have to smile at remembering her huge body walking across the creaky boards of the old tarpaper shack.  The long dress covered with a starched white apron.  Most of all I remember her hugs and kisses, she loved me and I loved, still love her.

Oh yes, the racism, being raised by Native American daddy, my Aunt (daddy’s sister), a great-grandmother and Aunt Francis, the daughter of slaves.  I went into life with a different perspective than that of my mother and sister, and all of my mother’s people.  I myself was discriminated against because I was the daughter of a poor Chickasaw farmer.

The poem below was created for my Aunt Francis…

Another spring for Aunt Francis

Her knees bend forward away from the worn out rocker, her legs getting their bearings while she made a puckered brow while looking out the window at the garden.   Everything dies she thought; soon the fragrance of spring will be gone. 

She narrows her eyes looking into the hedgerow at the end of her flowerbed to see if the sparrow hawks have returned, slowly she turns keeping contact with the old chair, holding onto its arms.  After one-hundred listless summers, her soul still feeds on emotions of the stillness of the sweet-scented honeysuckle growing around her front porch. 

Holding her breath she falls back into the chair, it shudders under her weight. She knows not to take her being able to stand for granted.  Closing her eyes to rest, bible in hand, and her thoughts were none other than she could get back up another time, another spring.  Maybe!



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World-Weariness…#256

World-Weariness…

The sands of time explode with agony.

The sun is dying!  The moon, will one day

Be Heaven’s only enchanted view.   Be

Watchful, beware the hours are few.

©2011.elizabethannjohnsonmurphree

Ending 2020…#254

I woke with the need to leave the last post of 2020; it has been a cruel year.

I wanted to start this year, with my need to return to exercising, I have not done more than a few steps whether the weather was good or bad, at present in Wisconsin we have had a new snow fall.  So, I spent thirty-minutes on the treadmill.  A small amount of time, however, for someone who has not been exercising that is quite a bit.  In the building where I live they have a small fitness room.  No, tiny, a treadmill and two exercise bikes fill the space.  I remember when I came here eight years ago, a healthier me, I went to a gym and there was no need to utilize the space.  This past year the “manager”, place signage on certain areas.  One day I past the room and there on the door was a sign “FITNESS CENTER’”, I open the door, nope there was not another door leading to bigger and better equipment, just the tiny room.  A source of humor for everyone, I believe that I may be the only one who uses the equipment.  That was where my thoughts returned at 7:30 AM when I opened a book b Anne LaMotte and begin to walk.  Age tried to kill this body in 2020, and being shut in for nine months would have killed the mind; but there was enough to write about to keep me going.   I begin a battering of tests due to health matters; this can make for a difficult time mentally and physically. 

It was a year of lies and controversy. 

The possibility of a biblical apocalypse came upon us when “Locust” hit Africa.  I expected it in the US but I guess it was not our time.  Somewhere among several countries, fires were determined to destroy great masses of land.  President Donald Trump was impeached!  Covid-19 hit the US, and toilet paper begins to either be removed by stores or customers were hoarding.  I do not know where the rumor that Covid gave one diarrhea, but a panic cleaned the store shelves of all paper products.  I believe they were fighting over it in Wal-Mart.  Let’s not forget the talk of “Demon Sperm”!   Next, disinfectant, wipes, sanitizer could not be found, again hoarding.  President Trump wanted to ban Tic Toc, but his life was spent on Twitter.  If it could happen it did.

I am ready for 2020 to end; I fought health issues and survived a couple of serious surgeries.  I am on the mend, I hope, and looking forward to 2021.  I lost my four-legged companion, Mason; the hole in my heart will never fully mend.  Yet, I have hopes for the future.  I have a new pup coming into my life in January 2021; she will not take the place of my darling Mason.  I hope she and I will become good friends, and I hope the love will grow.  I want to finish a book I have started (second year), become healthy and enjoy my family and the country that I live in; I want to see Covid as a dim thought.

Have a great New Years Eve…be safe and my you all go into the new years with hope.

EAJM

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Flying with Broken Wings

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Flying with Broken Wings covers the life of Charlotte Jean Murphree. Charlotte was not a famous person, in fact, not too many people knew her, but those that did knew there were many facets to her life. The book tells of fifty-two-years of daily testing of her will to carry on and the misfortune she faced. As a baby and young girl she was bullied by schoolchildren, her progress was slow but she never gave up the fight to overcome her disabilities. As an adult, she fought Cerebral Palsy, Bipolar, Depression and Schizophrenia disorders. Within Charlotte lived many, she endured the “Voices” for over thirty years. This book is about her beginning, her middle and the end of her life.

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Flying with Broken Wings…#253

Book Promotion – December 2020




Author Elizabeth Ann Johnson-Murphree books at: Amazon.com and Barnes&Noble.com

Flying with Broken Wings covers the life of Charlotte Jean Murphree. Charlotte was not a famous person, in fact, not too many people knew her, but those that did knew there were many facets to her life. The book tells of fifty-two-years of daily testing of her will to carry on and the misfortune she faced. As a baby and young girl she was bullied by schoolchildren, her progress was slow but she never gave up the fight to overcome her disabilities. As an adult, she fought Cerebral Palsy, Bipolar, Depression and Schizophrenia disorders. Within Charlotte lived many, she endured the “Voices” for over thirty years. This book is about her beginning, her middle and the end of her life.

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Flying with Broken Wings…#253



Author Elizabeth Ann Johnson-Murphree books at: Amazon.com and Barnes&Noble.com

Flying with Broken Wings covers the life of Charlotte Jean Murphree. Charlotte was not a famous person, in fact, not too many people knew her, but those that did knew there were many facets to her life. The book tells of fifty-two-years of daily testing of her will to carry on and the misfortune she faced. As a baby and young girl she was bullied by schoolchildren, her progress was slow but she never gave up the fight to overcome her disabilities. As an adult, she fought Cerebral Palsy, Bipolar, Depression and Schizophrenia disorders. Within Charlotte lived many, she endured the “Voices” for over thirty years. This book is about her beginning, her middle and the end of her life.

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Journey Back…#252

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Leave Yesterday Behind…

At the edge of the woods lay two paths

One lead to the future, the other to the

Past.  I peered into the woods to see

What lay beyond, one path seem short the

Other long.

One path lead to a meadow it was long

Well worn, a far-away meadow, the journey

Would be fast.  The other less traveled, covered

With growth I could not see where it

Would go, it was the one into the future,

That I know.

Down in the meadow were creeks, old

Houses, pets and people I knew from

The past, I was confident that I could

Travel with ease this well-worn path.

 I looked into the woods and let out a

Sigh, and stepped into the unknown,

I did not know why.  I took one more look

At the past, in truth I knew that I could

Never go back.

The future, was where my destiny I would

Find, it was time to move on, it was time to

to move on, it was time to leave yesterday

behind?

©2011.elizabethannjohnsonmurphree

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Echoing Images from the Soul: A Journey into the Soul: Johnson-Murphree, Ann: 9781500366810: Amazon.com: Books

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Rutted Roads: A Collections of Poems: Johnson-Murphree, Ann: 9781532909368: Amazon.com: Books

A Passage into Madness: A State of Frenzied Activity: Johnson-Murphree, Elizabeth Ann: 9781688948990: Amazon.com: Books

A Rotting America…#251

Casualties of the Times

Begging for food, living on the streets, no jobs to be found, families no longer sound.  Government talks end up in contradictions, poverty is the prediction.  

The homeless cannot sleep during winter’s cold nights, they gather around a burning barrel, men, women and children, forgotten, shattered and despised; in the distance a baby cries. 

The spirit freezes, fruit of labors rot, life squeezes and struggles persist, bad luck smothering heart and soul, hope ceases to exist. 

Changing winds turn into storms, will the world grow wiser, or will it be humbled and beaten back into servility? 

Trust departed, a cardboard box in the streets is where the homeless make their beds, hope disappears and the future appears dead.

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Fragments of Time: Bits and Pieces of the Time I have lived in?: Johnson-Murphree, Elizabeth Ann: 9781981472147: Amazon.com: Books

Rhythm Rhyme and Thoughts: A decade of poetry: Johnson-Murphree, Elizabeth Ann: 9781723433054: Amazon.com: Books

A Sachet of Poetry: Adoration Aspirations Anger Asylums: Johnson-Murphree, Ann: 9781500483357: Amazon.com: Books

Reflections of Poetry: Johnson-Murphree, Ann: 9781500168643: Amazon.com: Books

Beyond the Voices: Johnson-Murphree, Ann: 9781500426705: Amazon.com: Books

Honeysuckle Memories: Johnson-murphree, Ann: 9781500290702: Amazon.com: Books

Echoing Images from the Soul: A Journey into the Soul: Johnson-Murphree, Ann: 9781500366810: Amazon.com: Books

Asterial Thoughts: A Journey into a Life, Thought and Fear: Johnson-Murphree, Ann: 9781540862358: Amazon.com: Books

Rutted Roads: A Collections of Poems: Johnson-Murphree, Ann: 9781532909368: Amazon.com: Books

A Passage into Madness: A State of Frenzied Activity: Johnson-Murphree, Elizabeth Ann: 9781688948990: Amazon.com: Books

Hitler/Trump possessing the same traits…#250

Donald Trump’s destroying America.  He has tempted his followers into rebellion; they have achieved this with Trump stoking the fires of hatred and discrimination.    His thoroughness to deny the reality of defeat has threatened our democracy.  The Germans also argued that they had been stabbed in the back by liberals, socialist, communist and Jews.  That they had victory jerked from them.  This is how Donald Trump thinks today about the 2020 election, is he getting his teaching from Germany?

Trump is an evil man, possessing the same traits as Adolph Hitler. He is a sadist, without regard for human life.  He enjoys inflecting damage and suffering, the bullying, the violence, the destruction, frightening people, humiliating people, getting revenge and the like, is the behavior of  Donald Trump.

Hurting people makes Trump feel good about himself. It makes him feel powerful and in control.  It proves that you have been forced to notice him, Donald J. Trump, is the author of your despair and master of your world.

E.

Flying with Broken Wings…#247

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Flying with Broken Wings

Author Elizabeth Ann Johnson-Murphree books at: Amazon.com and Barnes&Noble.com

Flying with Broken Wings is about the life of Charlotte Jean Murphree. Charlotte was not a famous person, in fact, not too many people knew her, but those that did knew there were many facets to her life. The book tells of fifty-two-years of daily testing of her will to carry on and the misfortune she faced. As a baby and young girl she was made fun of and bullied by schoolchildren, her progress was slow but she never gave up the fight to overcome her disabilities. As an adult, she fought physical disability of Cerebral Palsy, living with Bipolar, Depression and Schizophrenia disorders. She lived not only with these disabilities, she endured the “Voices” that lived within her for over thirty years. This book is about the beginning, the middle and the end of her life.

Books by Author at Amazon.com and Barnes&Noble.com:

Fragments of Time

A Passage into Madness

Asterial Thoughts

A Sachet of Poetry

Rutted Roads

Rhythm Rhyme and Thoughts

Reflections of Poetry

Beyond the Voices

Honeysuckle Memories

Echoing Images from the Soul

A Journey into the Soul

©2020.elizabethannjohnsonmurphree

Yes, another political post…#244

President Trump has said that this Election Day will be the most exciting in U.S. history, while mocking Joe Biden.  On Saturday night, Trump’s physician, Dr. Sean Conley, said the president has been cleared to return to an active schedule and has met criteria from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention to end isolation.  Then why don’t we see the results of his test?  If Trump “does” have the Virus, and it has been proven, the Dr. Sean Conley and anyone else who has said he is “Cured” needs to be jailed as a criminal along with Trump.

Also, now that Trump has fallen down in the polls he will begin his pursuit on ballot tampering so that he can insist on the true winner is the decision of the Supreme Court.  He will then be counted the winner as the Supreme Court being mainly Republican will give it to him, the Bush/Gore ticket.  Joe Biden will need to win by a landslide; even then Trump will contest the vote.

Biden has served in public life for fifty years; his government experience is at his forefront.    He has become agitated at times with Trump, but he has never stooped to the low that Trump has reached.  Biden is a politician, and has proven worthy of respect for his service.  Trump is a business man, he has had a TV reality show, where all he had to say was, “You’re fired”, and this he has carried over into the White House.  His success is measured in fame, money and power, a being born into one of Americas wealthiest families did not hurt him.  He takes the stance of “If you think you have problems, look what the pandemic has done to my presidency”.  Trump is a political drama queen!

Stop to reflect on the past four years and look objectively as to why Donald Trump should not be re-elected. Need a visual, have we shut our eyes? Is this what you want to deal with another four years? These children are still in cages, many of these pictures reminds you of who he actually is as a human being. Remember, and vote for the best choice now.

Trump update: Trump is back to open-face rallies, however, his Dr. does say and I quote:

“Dr. Conley’s use of the Binex-NOW test appears to fall outside the scope of the FDA’s emergency use authorization of it, which states the test should be used “within the first seven days of symptom onset”; Trump developed symptoms 10 days ago.

However, Dr. Bobbi Pritt, chair of clinical microbiology at the Mayo Clinic, told the Association of American Medical Colleges that PCR tests might show positive results even though someone isn’t actively infectious: “You can be PCR-positive for weeks to months but you probably aren’t infectious. You’re just shedding little bits of dead RNA. The test does not distinguish live virus from dead virus,” she said.