It's a new taste sensation!

I love champagne...and I love chittlins. Never had the two together but someday, someday...I might just try it.
I have the feeling the mixture would taste as biting, foamy and bitter as I can sometimes be!
Showing posts with label madelyn dunham. Show all posts
Showing posts with label madelyn dunham. Show all posts

Monday, November 3, 2008

RIP Madelyn Dunham.



I love this picture. It really shows the depth of love she felt for him.

She didn't have to be there, you know. There are plenty of people who would have looked at a tanned baby Barack and said, "no thanks, what will our friends and the neighbors say?"

But when Madelyn Dunham saw her grandson,she didn't see a half-black child...she saw someone who needed her love and guidance. And she gave with all her heart.
I know she was proud to watch that baby grow into an intelligent little boy. And to see that boy grow into an amazing man, the kind who will change history.

God bless her and her husband for being strong enough to love Barack Obama unconditionally, and impact their wisdom and sense of what's right.

And I know she'll be cheering from above as her grandson becomes the 44th president of the United States.

Rest in Peace Mrs. Dunham. And thank you.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Somber and sad...


This picture by photographer Hugh Gentry shows Barack Obama boarding a plane after a one day visit to his ailing grandmother.

Maybe it's just me, but I can see this man is literally carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Madelyn Dunham is gravely ill - and according to the NY Times, he says this may be the last time he sees his beloved "Toot" alive.

It's not hard for me to imagine the feelings that go along with this scenario. I've been there.

Years ago, I had to go say goodbye to my own grandmother. This amazing woman was a cornerstone in my life, she helped me become a "lady", taught me to make chicken and dumplins, whipped me with a switch ( gotta love Mississippi, lol!) and taught me the importance of family.
The last time I saw her, she didn't know I was there. She lay listlessly in her bed at my aunt's house as my mom, her sisters and their brother anxiously whispered and worried in an adjoining room.
Her chest barely moved as she took short shallow breaths and waited.
All I could do was hold her hand and choke out how much she meant to me. I wish to God I'd told her that more often.

I didn't attend her funeral. The shrunken lifeless body wasn't my grandma, her spirit was full of life and fire, and was gone from this earth, somewhere raising cain with my granddaddy.

So Mr Obama, I'm so sorry you are going through this. It's hurtful enough to be battered day in and day out by those who would make you less of a man and would attack your family as well...to have this additional burden on your soul is heartbreaking to me.
Stay strong, and our prayers are with you and your family.