Welcome back my dear friend. We finally got the Google Blogger to work and so we continue our story with our first black grandchild being born.
THE GOD GAMES: Heaven & Hell...Chapter 27...HELL
In 1984 both Becky and Belinda became pregnant. Becky had met big Skeeta and her life was getting in good order, they had their own place and Becky would not touch anything harmful while she was pregnant; she was very adamant about that and I was very proud of her.
A miracle occurred. ONE had looked down and given me the blessing of having a black grandchild. I cannot begin to tell you how happy I felt. Annabelle had been like a mother to Charley and I, and my personal hero was Dr. George Washington Carver; I have the utmost love and respect for black folk and I was so happy that I had been blessed with a black grandchild. I got down on my knees and thanked ONE for the honor of having one of these choice spirits as a grandchild. Then I dared to request of ONE that if he would allow it could I sit down to a Thanksgiving table and have around it my grandchildren from each of the races on Earth. I can think of no greater honor than to have ONE bless you and trust you to love and accept all of his children equally.
In 1985, Skeeta II and Alana were born within weeks of each other. I danced with Skeeta in the sun and thanked ONE for the rich, reddish mahogany color of his skin. His smile was like the sun shining after a rainy day; radiant and all-inclusive. Alana had blazing red hair and big blue eyes and she was also a non-stop smiler. We were becoming rich with grandchildren; surely that most awesome blessing of all. I began to write seriously and had my first article published by AIM Magazine; the title of which was "Hello Brother." Then I wrote a letter to a noted black educator and Fransiscan Sister whose story had been featured on 60 Minutes. Her name was sister Thea Bowman and she directed a choir from the Holy Child Jesus Catholic School in Canton, Mississippi. She was a nationally active educator who with song, prayer, and persistent exhortation, urged the Roman Catholic Church to embrace the culture of African Americans. She taught that, "You've got to move together to overcome." We wrote back and forth and I told her of my love for my grandson and I shared with her a story I had written called, "Color: A Fable for Our Time," which is lovingly dedicated to her memory and her life work. She in turn, asked for my permission to use my story in her cross-cultural workshops; which I was grateful to give.
I began to sense a change once again in our lives. Slowly we were beginning to prosper, and major issues began to appear that would change the direction of all of our lives. I remember particularly one day as we were driving to and from Julian that I was asked a question by ONE. "Ann, is there anything that you would like to have on Earth?" Well, thought I, what I would really like is a little house on five acres of land, where we could raise our children and not fear being evicted. It took a miracle, but it came to pass, very rapidly. The millsite is on a five-acre plot of land...
Tomorrow my job at Starnet ends and we move to the mountains.
THE GOD GAMES: Heaven & Hell...Chapter 27...HELL
In 1984 both Becky and Belinda became pregnant. Becky had met big Skeeta and her life was getting in good order, they had their own place and Becky would not touch anything harmful while she was pregnant; she was very adamant about that and I was very proud of her.
A miracle occurred. ONE had looked down and given me the blessing of having a black grandchild. I cannot begin to tell you how happy I felt. Annabelle had been like a mother to Charley and I, and my personal hero was Dr. George Washington Carver; I have the utmost love and respect for black folk and I was so happy that I had been blessed with a black grandchild. I got down on my knees and thanked ONE for the honor of having one of these choice spirits as a grandchild. Then I dared to request of ONE that if he would allow it could I sit down to a Thanksgiving table and have around it my grandchildren from each of the races on Earth. I can think of no greater honor than to have ONE bless you and trust you to love and accept all of his children equally.
In 1985, Skeeta II and Alana were born within weeks of each other. I danced with Skeeta in the sun and thanked ONE for the rich, reddish mahogany color of his skin. His smile was like the sun shining after a rainy day; radiant and all-inclusive. Alana had blazing red hair and big blue eyes and she was also a non-stop smiler. We were becoming rich with grandchildren; surely that most awesome blessing of all. I began to write seriously and had my first article published by AIM Magazine; the title of which was "Hello Brother." Then I wrote a letter to a noted black educator and Fransiscan Sister whose story had been featured on 60 Minutes. Her name was sister Thea Bowman and she directed a choir from the Holy Child Jesus Catholic School in Canton, Mississippi. She was a nationally active educator who with song, prayer, and persistent exhortation, urged the Roman Catholic Church to embrace the culture of African Americans. She taught that, "You've got to move together to overcome." We wrote back and forth and I told her of my love for my grandson and I shared with her a story I had written called, "Color: A Fable for Our Time," which is lovingly dedicated to her memory and her life work. She in turn, asked for my permission to use my story in her cross-cultural workshops; which I was grateful to give.
I began to sense a change once again in our lives. Slowly we were beginning to prosper, and major issues began to appear that would change the direction of all of our lives. I remember particularly one day as we were driving to and from Julian that I was asked a question by ONE. "Ann, is there anything that you would like to have on Earth?" Well, thought I, what I would really like is a little house on five acres of land, where we could raise our children and not fear being evicted. It took a miracle, but it came to pass, very rapidly. The millsite is on a five-acre plot of land...
Tomorrow my job at Starnet ends and we move to the mountains.
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