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About elizabeth ann johnson-murphree

Artist/Writer of Fiction, Poetry and Prose. Born in Alabama to a Native American (Chickasaw) father and an emotionally absent mother since the Author's birth, raised by her father, her Native American great-grandmother and an African-American woman whom were all grand storytellers. As early as four years old she was roaming the countryside around her home alone or with her father; and at night she sat at the feet of these strong-minded individuals listening to the stories of their lives. Summers she lived with her fathers' sister in Birmingham, Alabama; it was that she would discover a library, and mingle with her aunt's circle of friends that included local writers, artist, and politicians. A cabin deep within the Black Warrior Forest was her playground on the weekends. Her aunt encouraged her imagination by introducing her to journaling, which she filled with stories over the summer. Planted was the desire to write, a seedling waiting to spurt from the warm southern heart of a child. Her love of art and painting came through the teachings of a grammar school teacher which she pursues when the well of words dry up when writing. Throughout the years along with her father, great-great-grandmother, and her beloved Aunt Francis, other influences were her high school English teacher Mrs. S. Odom, writers Faulkner, Capote, Fitzgerald, and Harper Lee. Later in life, she discovered the warm and comic writing of Grace Paley. The vivid poetry of William Carlos Williams; the strong poetry of Phyllis McGinley, and the world's most exciting women, Maya Angelou are some of the poets at the top of her list. Nonetheless, with adulthood, the desire to write buried itself deep within, the dream wilted but did not die. It laid dormant, gaining experiences all written in hidden journals. These experiences, the contents of these journals became short stories and poetry reading to share with the world. She writes of many life experiences in poetry format; questioning everything from Mother Nature to God...the poetry is raw and may not be understood by all. Yet, it comes from deep within and reads of truth within her soul. The harshness that shrouded her life would cause her to withdraw from most of the world; it fills the pages of her writing, the heartache, the abuse, and the denial her mother frankly portrayed. Today, she enjoys her children, grand and great grandchildren, her four-legged companion Mason, they live in Southern Wisconsin...far from her southern roots; however she continues to write and paint daily. Ann has published in Kindle eBooks and paperbacks at Amazon.com: Book #1 Echoing Images from the Soul 2012 Book #2 Beyond the Voices 2012 Book #3 Reflections of Poetry 2013 Book #4 Honeysuckle Memories 2013 Book #5 Sachets of Poetry on Adoration, Anger, Asylums and Aspirations 2014 Book #6 My Journey into Art 2014 Book #7 Asterial Thoughts

Looking at a blank page…

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I am so drained by the actions of the President of the United States, all politicians, lobbyist, protesters, those who hate, destroy or wish to destroy history; the news media, you get the idea… I must return to my safe place within my mind to rest.  That place is the blank page before me where thoughts come alive and I remember the stories of my great-grandmother who was the “Keeper of the Memories” for the family.  Everyone called her “Ma”.

   She told me of Fosee, a descendant of many generations of warriors.  Born in a round birch bark dwelling in the circle of a Chickasaw Over Town Tribe in what would later become Eastern Mississippi. His father had given him the name Fosee; the meaning of that name was “Bird”.   The other boys teased him because of his tall skinny body; they would jeer at him and run away singing “Little Bird, Little Bird, fly away”.   So, he played alone, kicking around the Chukka Ball in the open yard in the middle of the town’s circle of dwellings; he hunted small animals.

   Fosse’s father held a place of importance in the tribe; he was a powerful warrior, a skilled hunter.  His mother was an exotic looking woman from a Choctaw Tribe in what would become Alabama Territory.  Her beauty and gentle nature were the reasons his father has chosen her to be his bride.  Fosee was their only child, living in the same dwelling with his parents and grandparents.

   He remembered all of his grandparents.  Yet. it was his Chickasaw grandfather that he loved most.  He remembered the elegant clothes and colorful beading sewn onto the soft deerskins by his grandmother.  His grandfather’s white hair flowed about his shoulders and when he would go to the river with him to bathe, Fosee could see the dark skin engraved with the scars of war. 

   Fosee would listen to the stories his grandfather told around the cooking fires, he would see his eyes soften and glisten when he talked of the loss of family and friends in battle.  Fosee was just a boy when all four of his grandparents died from a disease brought into many villages’ by the white man.

Fosee was my great-great-grandfather…   

Elizabeth Ann Johnson-Murphree

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August 15, 2017

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 Let us come together as ONE WORLD, as ONE PEOPLE, so we all may know peace.

Let us know peace.
For as long as the moon shall rise,
For as long as the rivers shall flow,
For as long as the sun will shine,
For as long as the grass shall grow,
Let us know peace.

Amen –

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HITLER vs. TRUMP-a comparison and my opinion…

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HITLER vs. TRUMP-a comparison and my opinion…

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Hitler meant to wipe out the physical embodiment of social equality in Germany, the conflagration provided the first step down a path that led to Hitler’s dictatorship and to the most devastating war, the world has ever known. This was no accident.

(Did Trump purchase plants that can produce war ammunitions and other destructive weapons that will bring him profit; is that why he is pushing for the possibility of War? Trump is using his bullying tactics about FIRE AND FURY is no accident either.)

Nazis succeeded in marginalizing the rest of the government through political tricks as well as brute force. Police was in charge of imprisoning anyone who was an enemy of Hitler and journalists massively disappeared behind bars.

(In Trumps’, case its “You’re fired”. He has had a staff turnover every day, almost since he was elected.  Although he has used the news media for his own purpose, he calls every thing printed or televised as FAKE. )

Hitler quickly became popular when he promised change. Hitler blamed the Jews for losing WW I, therefore he promised to get rid of the Jews, improve the economy and make Germany just as powerful as it use to be.

 
(“Well, DEJAVU! TRUMP SCREAMS  I CAN MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!”)

 
Then comes such statements as, Trump saying “North Korea better get their act together or they are going to be in trouble like few nations having ever been in trouble.” He also said that it was time that someone stood up to Kim Jong Un.  Doesn’t Trump know you do not go about handling an Idiot in this manner?

 
Then I wake this morning to our Idiot’s view on NK attacking Guam. In addition, I quote, “If there is one thing that Guam does not have to worry about while in the nuclear cross hairs of North Korea, its tourism. Trump also said that the threat would boost Guam tourism “tenfold.”

 
Hey, I looked it up in the dictionary, Idiot… an utterly foolish or senseless person. thKZOPHWAPYep, there it is a picture of Trump.

 

But Hey, all of this is just my opinion!  Elizabeth Ann Johnson-Murphree

 

 

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The NAACP has a message…

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The NAACP has a message for a mostly white Alabama town that got the green light from a federal judge to split from a racially mixed county school district and start its own system.  In the end, however, Haikala allowed the split to be fair to the parents in Gardendale “who support a municipal separation for reasons that have nothing to do with race.”  However, Haikala also reserved the right to reverse her decision if Gardendale reverted back. Corky Siemaszko – NBC NEWS

The subject of this news clip is a small town that is home to some of what I call “shirttail” relatives’, however, I am certain they are relatives from the “white” side of the family.  Gardendale, Alabama a suburb of Birmingham was always white; it is located in Jefferson County and there has always been racial discord there.  Since desegregation became a reality to die hard Bible belt white folk, Gardendale has wanted to create its own school system and town leaders, it appears that these white folk are concerned that their town may become mostly black, while they prefer it to be mostly white.

I suppose that I am back on Trump again, nonetheless, I am fearful that these types of shameful situations will be on the rise as segregation, outlawing Islam, destroying US agriculture by deporting most of its field workers is the plan wanted by many of his followers.  Trump has been endorsed by major racists in the US, many White Supremacist hate groups openly campaigned for him.

AGAIN, I AM ORIGNALLY FROM ALABAMA!

I remember some of the wording (so I had to look it up) of the ORDINANCE OR GENERAL CODE created by the City of Birmingham, Alabama.  It stated that it would be unlawful for a Negro and a white person to play together, or be in the company with each other in any game of cards, dice, dominoes, checkers, baseball, softball, football, basketball or similar games.  Now, this ordinance was created from some of Alabama’s finest!

I have seen what happens up close and personally, what hate will do.  I personally witnessed what hate can do, and I will tell you now that even as a student in school if you were not a part of the “Jim Crow” laws or believed in them, you were called traitor or worse .  I lived through the demonstration eras of the 1950s and 1960s; it was horrible to hear of innocent people being treated as horrible as they were and the rules were made up as each incident occurred, not lawful rules; rules of hate.   There were still struggles to follow but the Civil Rights Act of 1964-banned segregation in public accommodations and employment in Alabama.  This may have ban segregation in the physically, but not the mentally.  There were no laws on how southerners thought and felt about what they were being “made” to do.

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Which brings me to the rise of African Americans as they were called in those days of essential freedoms, and that the Native Americans were not even considered American citizens at the time; the 14th Amendment that gave Blacks their citizenship excluded Native Americans.   Native Americans were not granted U.S. citizenship and the right to vote 1924 was 54 years after African-American men were allowed to vote, and four years after women received the same right with the 19th Amendment.

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My father, who was of Native American Chickasaw heritage, did not have the right to vote until he was twenty-one-years old.  His grandmother who was of the Mississippi Old Towne Tribe raised him, she eventually moved to Tarrant City, Alabama where she became a woman of means for the times.  My father came to live with her when he was just a boy after his mother died because he was going to be sent to the Indian School where they Americanized children.   The idea was that when indigenous people learned United States (American) customs and values, they would be able to merge tribal traditions with American culture and peacefully join society.  She removed him from the danger of this Americanization and placed him (for the right amount of money) into the local Catholic School.

I went through school hearing “kids” say that my father was a dirty Indian; that was the country school I attended, when we moved into town not so much (maybe the city kids were less “Redneck”).  Rarely did my mother go anywhere with my father, I believe she was embarrassed because she was a very prejudice person, why did she marry him, that’s another story.  When he moved his grandmother in with us, along with a grand old black lady that I called Aunt Francis (a common name for the times) that help raise me; I rarely saw her myself.  It was my father, great-grandmother, and Aunt Francis who taught me the values I possess today; I am so very grateful to them.

Therefore, as you can see I have lived in both worlds where prejudice lived and it was not present, when I read that towns like Gardendale, Alabama can now return to segregation I am embarrassed all over again.   Alabama is a beautiful state and I am certain that there are wonderful people who live there, but beauty as it is said to be only…skin-deep.

As a country that has always been GREAT…we cannot go backwards, we have lost too much in gaining what we have to let these crucial laws be changed.  We all need to join the fight against segregation laws being overturned.  Elizabeth Ann Johnson-Murphree

 

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Donald Trump – Fire and Fury – My Opinion…

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Donald Trump – Fire and Fury – My Opinion…

Donald Trump in his “twisted” way of thinking in reference to the talk of Korea attacking Guam has warned “North Korea to not make any more threats to the United States; they will be met with fire and fury like the world has never seen”.

I have lived for almost eight decades and with these extreme things Mr. Trump has said, scares the “Hell out of me”!  This is of course not my President and I am not a certified historian but I believe that we have never had a President like him.  I say that I am not going to read or listen to his “bullying” any longer; then he goes and opens his mouth again.  I am embarrassed by this president.

Mr. Trump on a daily basis puts fear into the hearts of the people everywhere; a person who invokes terrorism in the pursuit of political endeavors.  He is a fanatic, uncompromising, and a radical incendiary.  I cannot understand how he commands and gets praised as a business or political leader, he commands and gets media attention; it sells newspapers, magazines and books.

I have been a student of history since grammar school, that along with living during “War” times.  This man strikes fear into my heart, what does that make him; I know that I am writing about him as well; however, it is all just my opinion.

Nonetheless, the Wars of my era begin with World War II, officially as we all know it began on December 7, 1941, but war is always going on somewhere in this world.  For the Chinese war began in 1931, For Europe, war began in 1939.  I am originally from Alabama and by the end of 1940, President Roosevelt had called up almost 4,000 Alabama National Guardsmen, they joined men from Mississippi, Louisiana and Florida.  By the 1941, 350,000 Alabama men had registered with draft boards.

The effect World War II had on my family was two Uncles who all joined before being drafted, one in the Alabama National Guard and one the regular army.  My Uncle Curtis was sent into Germany in 1939; my Uncle Author was sent to Europe in 1940 and was at Dunkirk.  Neither came home until the fall of 1945.  Curtis spent six years in Europe; Author,  four years, MIA for one of those years.  They all remain forever scarred by their experiences.

By 1950, Author, who remained in the Alabama National Guards since WW II, and two more uncles, Buddy and Frankie, joined the Guards.   I also had a brother-in- law who joined the Army 1950-1953.   Buddy and Author remain in the Korean Conflict from 1950 to 1953; Frankie and Buddy were sent to Korea in 1950.  Frankie was injured and sent home shortly after arriving, as Author remain there until 1953.  The brother-in-law also stayed from 1950-1953.

Curtis was emotionally not able to return to the Army.  My son was in the Air Force for six years serving during peacetime and my son-in-law spent thirty-years in the Air Force 1980-2010.  My husband served in the Army from 1953 to 1956.  My family has given a total of over seventy-years in the service of our country; I do not want to see my grandchildren in a “War” or to have my entire family in “War” should it come to US  soil.

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I have lived during the cold war nuclear era and bomb shelters.  I was only nineteen – years – old and had three children; we lived within thirty miles of the Redstone Arsenal at Huntsville, Alabama.  My father-in-law wanted to build an underground bomb shelter in our back yard.  Above ground it looked like a huge holding tank as goes in septic systems, one had to crawl down a ladder into the “tank” where there would be four bunk beds, toilet system, shelves filled with food, water and other needs that would last up to six-months.  The air filtering system was approved by the builders of the bomb shelters.  I only had one question for their grandfather after thanking him for trying to keep my children safe; I ask, “What am I going to do after six-months below ground, watch my children die when we have to come out; or worse for me to die leaving small children alone.  Yes, I have lived through all of that, including the Cuban Conflict and every War or Conflict thereafter.  I have lost friends in Vietnam, worried about my son being called back to service during the Gulf War.  There is not a family on US soil that has not been touched by war; I am so tired of war and talk of war.

I will end this lengthy post with “Trump” which he must have grabbed from the pages in history of Joe McCarthy; too many of us remember McCarthyism.  Trump does a good job at it and it appears that most Americans do not care.  He is more concerned with his ratings than with the country as a whole.

McCarthy was great at feeding the news media information that would bring the attention back to him.  He was as Trump kept his “fellow Americans” in fear, uncertain about their future and always in doubt.  Eventuality, I have hope that Trump will have the same outcome and McCarthy; he like McCarthy is reckless, lacks any real skills or abilities to be President of my country.  Elizabeth Ann Johnson-Murphree

 

 

 

FLYING WITH BROKEN WINGS…

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Flying with Broken Wings…

 

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At Amazon.com:

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“Ramblings of a One-Eyed Garbage Man”

 

womanwriterblogMy Post introduces you to Jim Hart, a man that wears many hats, I hope that you will check out his work as you may be surprised as I was on his ability to reach you emotions with his writing.  This post will run while I am away from August 4 through August 11.  Thank you  for your support, your friendship and choice to follow my blog is appreciated.

Jim Hart is the author of the poetry collection:  “Ramblings of a One-Eyed Garbage Man”

 

 

Born and raised in Brooklyn, New York where he still resides with his wife Sue, son Chris and daughter Ali. Jim began his career as a drummer in rock and blues bands such as “Hobbit,” “Reign,” “Horse” and other groups before becoming a member of the New York City Department of Sanitation where he spent thirty years. Beginning in a local garage and working his way through the ranks to hold positions as the Deputy Director of Public Affairs and the Director of Correspondence for the Sanitation Police. In 2004 Jim retired from city service to pursue his first love – Poetry.

 
Jim has published poems in literary journals including Poetry Salzburg Review (Austria) Epicenter, The Blind Man’s Rainbow, fathers and what must be said (Ireland), Divine Madness Vol.2 (Canada – Three Poems) , Nerve Cowboy, Cultural Weekly July 29, 21015, The Aurorean , Pulsar(England), RedOwl Magazine, Yellow Chair Review, Caveat Lector , Phantom Billstickers Poster (Myanmar), River Poets Journal, Taj Mahal Review (India) , Quantum Leap (Scotland) , Blue Collar Review, I am not a silent Poet, World Anthology of Poems on Global Harmony and Peace (India), Bryant Literary Review(2012), In The Gesture of Words , Lalitamba, Poetry Depth Quarterly , Thema Vol. 27 No. 2 , Nomad’s Choir , The Main Street Rag , HaightAshbury Literary Journal (Vol. 26 #1) , Misty Mountain Review (Nepal), Fearless Poets against Bullying, Bryant Literary Review(Vol.13) , The Collaborative’s Omnibus (Ten Poems) World Anthology of Poems on Global Harmony and Peace (India), Wonderous Web Worlds 8, Pegasus (Spring 2006), Pegaus (Winter 2008), Shemom (2 poems), The Poet’s Pen , Misty Mountain Review (Nepal), Shemon Summer2014, Haight Ashbury Literary Journal (Vol. 27 #1), World Anthology of Poems on Global Harmony and Peace (India), PKA’sAdvocate, Illumen , Tapestries, West Ward Quarterly, Shemon (Vol. 50), ArtTimes, , Iconoclast, Shemon #49, Between Kisses, World Anthology of Poems on Global Harmony and Peace (India), Thema (Vol. 29 No.2)), Waterways, Sam’s Dot Publishing, Circus Maximus, Reflections of the Inward Silence , Dragonfly, Cornucopia, Tracings of the Valiant Soul , Forward Poetry (England), Kwil- 2006 (Canada) , Kwil- 2007 (Canada), Quaker Life, Poetry Lane, Third Moon , Pralaton Literary Journal , BearCreek Haiku , Quaker Life, More Humor! Anthology for I am Poet (South Africa) , Fearless Poets against Bullying, Read on World Poetry Café – Canadian Radio 100.5 FM and WABC Radio (Message Board)

 
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A Tom Collins To Go (Harry Parker Mysteries) (Volume 1)

 

 

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