Tuesday, October 5, 2010

In Memoriam: Charles R. Jr.

Part Three continues with the life and times of my father.

Charles in the second act of his life decided to embark on his dream. A dream that many a smart, young, black man has but because of circumstances out of his control can not, a college education. While he was in his younger years he was helped by his friends to enter college and procure his Associates degree (Note: Not yet completed. M.R)

In Memoriam: Charles R. Jr.- Part Two

......This is Part two in a memorial essay on my Father. As Blogger.com has limitations on so many words per post I find myself breaking up this essay into Three part. Please forgive the inconvenience. M.R.

Of course my Dad was the type of person who knew his own mind and despite the protests of his friends decided to join the U.S Army. Never mind all the rhetoric he was being indoctrinated with, he was an American and found it was his duty to sign up. (I’m thinking that at that time he wasn’t so into Communism as he later became in life. But more about that later. My opinion is so lacking in information that I wouldn’t be surprised to be corrected by some of his aforementioned friends.) So while he was in the Army he was stationed here and about. About this time it was discovered that my Dad had a Mental illness and was honorably discharged. His illness, Paranoid schizophrenia. It did make him less loving, less brilliant, or less of anything. This illness just meant that he saw the world differently than most and with medication and therapy he was just like everybody else except for times when he was in his own world. I didn’t know of his illness in my growing up years, he told me when I was in College. It didn’t change the way I felt about him and it made me understand some of his behaviors when a was little a lot more. I just thought that Dad danced to a tune of a different drummer and I liked the music. Moving on.

This part is about to get murky so I apologize in advance. But it’s such an important part to me and God knows who else that to not mention it would be a crime.

My Father Charles met my Mother Linnett in Jamaica. (This is where it gets murky. But hang in there it’s an Memoriam for goodness sakes not a biography!) Charles was staying with a friend and/or stationed on leave. At any rate they met, they fell into like, (I can’t really say if they loved one another so), and they married. Anything else I could mention would fall under the category of None ya, as in none of your business so there! So Dad left Jamaica and did all the necessary paperwork to get his bride to America. In the 70’s was born to them a little girl, who is the author of this Memoriam. (For obvious reasons I cannot state my name. I am still writing under and assumed name so.) Charles had also adopted my sister D.R a daughter from a previous realasionship. (Once again None ya.)

When I was three years old they divorced but remained good friends, somewhat, throughout the years from what I had observed throughout my childhood. All the rest of their relationship, again none ya. This time it’s because I am not privilege nor is it my right to mention something about an relationship between two people. It was between these two however they might have included some individuals into their issues, so it will remain so until such time as I either get permission to talk about it or the survivors’ death. At any rate my Dad was fond of my Mother and loved me and my sister very much.

I looked forward to the times when he would visit us or whenever he would take us out for a day or a weekend. To me it was like Christmas, Fourth of July, and Halloween whenever he came for us. Dad took us to weekend trips, Museums, Art Galleries, and restaurants. Dad taught us how to behave and act around different classes of society and races. We were taught to respect other people’s differences and taught pride in our own. I liked to think however infrequent those visits, Dad had an impact on me that stays with me to this day.

In Memoriam: Charles R. Jr.

In Memoriam Charles R. Jr.

September 4, 1929-2010

Part One

It took me a long time to write this and you probably are not really wondering why. If you have lost a loved one, you must have a lot of empathy and realize how I must be feeling these many months. If not, you must find yourself blessed in the fact that a loved one hasn’t left you yet but then you’re one of the lucky one.s Soon the time must come to all that love that a loved one’s life must end. It is the way of things. It doesn’t make it any easier for me and others who have lost a loved one but at least it was expected. So this Memoriam is to give some comfort to those of Charles’ Family and friends who will miss him. Though it was expected, it is still a shock to learn that a man who has loved, learned, fought, and cared has died.

Charles was born in a small town outside of Houston, Texas. That is as much as I could learn from him while he was still with us. Even though he was a gregarious man, full of life, and some who didn’t know he very well would assume he was talkative; there was still some information that he kept to himself. One of which was the name of the town, the other was the name of his Mother and Father. Of all that he would say to me about one; his Mother was that she was deemed unfit to raise him due to the fact that she was mentally unfit. They didn’t have fancy medical names back then of all of the sorts of mental illnesses they had back then; Psychology being what it was they most probably misdiagnosed it anyway. So my father and his brother; (who also was not named to me or else I forgotten, it’s hard to say); was raised by his Aunt and Uncle. Again any names he may have mentioned were forgotten by me and by him. (So sorry Dad, should have paid more attention.)

At any rate from what he told me it was a tough childhood. The time he was born in was in the time of the Great Depression. So needless to say times were tough. As a child in the South of Texas he was deemed smart and loved to listen to the radio about current events of his times. Too poor to go to College my Father when he was about 18 or so decided to have a bit of an adventure. It sounded like an adventure to me when he told it but I’m sure the reality of being a bum riding on the rails was dangerous and fraught with peril. Tired of that life I’m guessing was what led him to go to New York and later join the army.

Charles used his smarts and charm to find himself just in time for the Harlem Renaissance. Where he made a lot of African-Americans and other races very much interested in the Black intelligentsia of that time in the 40’s. He also was on the scene to be pretty much recruited by the disaffected whites of that time. Members of the Communist party in America. (Talk about a life being fraught with danger!) In those times, people were worried about the damnest things, like a Communist take over, Socialism run amok, and a whole lot of stupidest that still runs over to this time today. But my Father found that these caring Whites were looking out for their fellow man and that included the Black Man. In his time those types of Whites were few and far between. So he found like minded companions who cared about where he was going in life and were in their own way trying to strive for a better life.

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Meet Jackie Watter And her Fabulous Cakes!

Hey ya'll we inturrupt this blogcast to bring you this current story. My friend Codie has this wonderful mother, Jackie Watter. Now I didn't realize how wonderful till I heard about this beautiful women's business savvay.
Now in the interest of full discloser I haven't tasted Ms. Watter's Carrot Cake. (Nevermind I'm not exactly objective when it comes to my friend Codie and anything or anybody connect with her right? Full discloser! Just listen to me huh?) But hey I know that Ms. Watter is a smart and savvay lady and is one strong black women to boot!
So that I won't be accused of being to close to the story I will direct you to this website. And then you tell me if this gal aian't a genius!


(Seen it yet? She's a genius isn't she?)

Monday, January 18, 2010

Facebook $14.99 a month! Oh hell no! My comment to Facebook. Why?!

Why Facebook? Why? I feel as if I have been stabbed in the back. I really love this internet company. When I found out what they are planning I practically went into shock. I was too tired last night to respond so this morning I wrote a comment letter to them this morning. Here it is.
( I know I only have one follower so if he is reading this I hope he shares this information.)
Here it is for what it's worth:

I don't know if this is really a 'General question or comment' situation however it seems to me that the the person and persons who run Facebook have lost their minds!
You have a mult-billion dollar company, you are number 1 in networking services, and billions of people around the world use your services. Yet for some reason you gentleman, (and for all I know ladies), think that you need to make more money off of the the consumers of your product.
Now what I want to know is why do you think that and how do you think that your consumers in these tough economic times that 'we' can afford $ 14.99 a month?
I myself pay 62.69 dollars a month for internet services and that's because I have just gotten a job. Before that I have been going to public and college libararies to surf the net. I have been pleased; (do you hear me?), please with your FREE services. Don't think however that I haven't noticed the commericial ads, the games that ask for me to buy tokens, and the applications that have commercials. Oh you want your consumers to buy your advertisers products and use their applications in which they pay you money in order to have the privilege to showcase these games.
So you get money from advertisers, you get money from these game companies, and god knows where else, (because I'm not privileged with the full knowledge of where else you get your billions or millions as the case may be), and now your consumers who have been used to receiving these free networking services abeit with the asformentioned commericial ads etc.; must now pay $14.99!
I have praise your services to the skies in my little blog, because of you I have reconnected with friends I haven't seen in years, I have met new friends because of you, but I will get there phone numbers and addresses if I have to and leave Facebook if I have to. Why? Because I can't afford $14.99 a month!
To tell the truth I can barely afford to pay for the internet services I have now. If god forbid I lose my job I can't see myself going though the rain, snow, heat, and travel exspenses to go to Facebook to use your services for the privilege of contacting my friends and family for $14.99 a month.
Now it's your turn to tell the truth. Don't reply back with a standard company response to my comments. Don't try to tell me that it's exspense in these hard economic times for you, President, Ceo's, and manegers of Facebook with billions of dollers at your command. I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!
You must come up with another reason or solution to why you think 'we' the consumers must some how pay nearly 200 dollars a year. Something that I can believe in. Or else just don't do it. I don't belive you can because it just doesn't make sense.

That's it. That's my comment. Oh by the way I will be copying this comment and posting this in my little blog. So even though I may not have a lot of readers I just don't want this comment to be swallowed up in the mismer of comments that will get lost and forgotton by whom ever runs this page. I will be following up on this situation and also reporting it on my blog. Not much of a thing for a big internet company to worry about however you got to start somewhere. You did, in your college dorm with all your friends livin' off ramen noodles and pizza coming up with such a great idea for a networking service. Just think about that President of Facebook and others.

Michelle Annette Rudd

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Clueuin’s New Year’s 09’s Year In Review- (A Single Gals Romp Around Brooklyn)

Well, well, well, first we started the 21st century and then we all blinked and it is now the teens. So does that mean that the 21st century is now a teenager? Just maybe! We started the 21st century full of hope and now we’re in the middle of one hell of a growing pain.

But before I go off on one of my infamous digressions let’s take a look at my last year. Personally I couldn’t get enough of ’09. Believe it or not I had more highs than lows. Maybe it’s because in ’08 I promise myself to get out more and explore.
It all started with me going to the Brooklyn Public Library in my neighbor in East Flatbush. I had wanted to start a website in order to showcase my writing more. I went to Yahoo.com and they stressed me out with their slow download and complicated web set up. In frustration I did a web search and whala! A new persona was born. Clueuin!

This gal had opinions, this gal had spunk, but most of all she had a library card!
I was writing some rant about my previous job working for this firm that sells directories to people they were trying to con into believe it was a great networking opptunity. It had cheated me out of a paycheck and I had wanted revenge! So I did another web search and found blogspot.com. There were a lot of people with a lot to say about everything, not just about cheating, lying, sack of shit, companies.

There was this really cool guy named Chris with political view different than my own but hell-o funny! Then there is his even cooler and smart companion NY Nerd, more about her later. (Besides she has on her profile and very true and interest statement. Quote: Don't presume you know me because you've read my blog. You don't. So in the interest of not making to any assumptions I’m just going to stick to really, really, cool, and very smart.)

For some reason all they know of they’ve both stop posting in their blog, I miss them. But because of Chris I discovered this whole new neighborhood that has been a neighborhood for quite some time but was new to me. Just ten blocks down from my neighborhood! Kensington! Oh my goodness what a neighborhood! With restaurants, neighborhood shops, and an organic store that is the bomb!

I also discovered this blog that describes all these great places and so much more. With neighborhood concerns and point of interests that make you think. It called Kensington, Brooklyn.

Met some even more interesting people on that blog and found that you never know what some people might say to just about anything. (I think some of these people were a bad influence on me and as it is I have no mental filter. I just say what pops into my head some times. You’ve read what happens whenever I write what I think, right? It can get worse.) But by no means did my intelligence quotient go down. As a matter of fact thanks to the people who post comments in Kensington I have become a more savvy Brooklynite.

Well once I read about Kensington I just had to go there and like I said above the neighborhood—The bomb!

This started me on an odyssey to discover more of my borough. Which then led me to discover that one of the best clothing store’s on Park Slope was closing its doors! Harriet’s Alter Ego.

Sure there weren’t a lot of clothes that could fit me there but their clothes fit my sensibilities to a T. Urban Afro-centric with a little funk mixed in to make it interesting. I was hoping to get one of their stretchy waist Mini-Skirts when I got a job.

But fear not reader, (future, past, and maybe present reader who knows), there is hope because in ’09 I found out that the owner of HAE had formed a collective of designers, artist’s, and musicians (as well as a assortment of other creative types)!

Another web search with Google had me finding WWW.SocietyHAE.com and a whole other world opened up! I went to two events hosted by HAE, a party in the spring to show off HAE’s new line, and a shopping fair with many stalls filled with a whole lot of fashions.

Vendors included:
YAKBLAK, vintage sunnies, www.yakblak.com, Phone: 917-435-2114
YAKBLAK sells vintage style sunglass that made this gal look good

SACRED 77, By AFREAKSTAR, Phone: 917-539-8114
SACRED 77 sells original hand painted cotton clothing that although not my cup of tea, (sue me expressive arty clothing is too young for me.), nevertheless impressed the hell out of me with its artistry. Also his fiancée, Freedom Bey, sells these way cool travel gear another painted wonder that is my cup of tea, cup of java, cup of noodles, all that! Can’t afford either, bummer! (Especially on the suitcases, can you imagine carrying this in the airport?)

(Freedom Bey)

Then there are the urban sport hat designs by Frank Cap and King Cap of the Frank Distro League. WWW.FRANK151.Com.
If you are looking for the most fresh and original caps to swagger down the ‘hood in and still feel sophisticated then these are the caps for you, bo-ys! Frank Cap get there inspiration from the inventor, diplomat, writer, and American statesmen Benjamin Franklyn. To find out more about what their all about go to their website stated above.

BrendaZheng, Lifestyle Accessories Design, brendazheng.blogspot.com, Phone: 917-696-3592
Her handbags made me weep! (‘Cause as cool and wondrous as these bags are no way I’m I gonna be able to afford one of them. Fashion forward design that would make any fashionista weep. (Wish I was one, then I could afford these fabulous bags. Brenda, a F.I.T and Parsons alum is creative and has been in the Independent Handbag Designer Awards ™ Now with Shoes competition. Last blog post had her bags as a finalist. (Now I know I can’t afford her bags, bummer!)

Now I know I’ve used creative way to much but can I help it if it’s the first word that comes to mind when I think of Those Brothers Jewelry. Those fabulous African-centric designs would look great on me! Don’t remember the prices but may that’s a good thing because when it comes to jewelry I don’t want to know. All M can think of is ‘she want, she want’!
There website is a little cluttered but got some nice jams you can listen to and besides their stuff is much better in person. (See I used fabulous only twice!)

I saw all this and more last spring and summer ’09. First time at The SoHo Loft and the second time at Water Street.

SoHo Loft, 38 Howard Street, New York, NY, (On the corner of Broadway & Howard, 1 Block North of Canal).

At The SoHo Loft I rocked to the DJ and looked at all the cool fashions, if I didn’t have to go to work the next day that summer I would have rocked the night away. Ironically one of the songs they played was 'Can’t stop till I get enough’ by Michael Jackson, didn’t even think that it would become even more ironic two months later.

But life has a strange way of going on and I went on to the last month of Summer to Water Street.
The Dumbo Loft, Vinegar Hill, 155 Water Street, New York, NY 11201
*(The Ahficionados, SoundProof International)
A happen time was had by all not only did we have *a cool DJ’s but there were even more vendors there. The same usual suspects mentioned above plus a whole lot more! Sorry but I didn’t get everyone’s card. Bummer!
But I did have a good time which made a good Summer for M.R.

Fall comprised of taking time to morn Michael Jackson during his funeral, (yep it took that long to organize his memorial, its The Michael Jackson we’re talking about here!) Then there was HRA Job training, then a new job, then job training at same job, then job fired employees, then luckily found new job.

Then there were the holidays with a hectic Christmas trying to find time to visit relatives and buying of Christmas gifts. (What fun)! Wrapping up with a Champagne Toast at home watching Dick Clark’s Rockin’ Eve. There you have it folks the year of yours truly, MRClueuin, romping around town.

I hope that your New Year is filled with just as much personal adventure as I had. I am looking forward to a New Year with even more adventures around the Borough I love, Brooklyn, and the city I love, New York.
Happy New Year everyone!