tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33013713.comments2020-03-23T02:43:15.966-07:00photos from homeCheri Paris Edwardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08745077028326230312noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33013713.post-10471509569608170352020-03-23T02:43:15.966-07:002020-03-23T02:43:15.966-07:00custom mugs
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Captures a feeling for me, too...Cheri Paris Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08745077028326230312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33013713.post-32688119451178632772009-09-13T14:39:03.012-07:002009-09-13T14:39:03.012-07:00Thanks for the poem, Cheri. I enjoyed it--it brou...Thanks for the poem, Cheri. I enjoyed it--it brought back a lot of old times.John Guzlowskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13052735138993479204noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33013713.post-70687753583545926412009-08-14T13:08:50.315-07:002009-08-14T13:08:50.315-07:00Thanks Cheron. I'm glad you can relate to the ...Thanks Cheron. I'm glad you can relate to the memories. Sometimes I look around at the weaves and wigs and wonder what the heck happened to black pride?? But it wasn't just how we wore our hair though, because pressed hair, permed hair, afroed, didn't matter, the nostalgia you see in our eyes is for the "awareness" the "consciouness" that sometimes seems lacking in the young today. That's why I love Twitter so much--there are so many young folks, like you, awake to what's going on around you. So, thank you for being yourself--it's appreciated.Cheri Paris Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08745077028326230312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33013713.post-10048450781049485922009-08-14T12:37:35.489-07:002009-08-14T12:37:35.489-07:00Love it...love it...love it. us young folk see the...Love it...love it...love it. us young folk see the nostalgia in our elders eyes and wish we were there too, so we rock our afros and our red, black & green...wishing someone would try to take us back "there" against our will...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33013713.post-73751888914997160282008-12-24T18:05:00.000-08:002008-12-24T18:05:00.000-08:00Thank YOU syinly - No one can take our joy, if we ...Thank YOU syinly - No one can take our joy, if we don't allow them to..;-) CheriCheri Paris Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08745077028326230312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33013713.post-40996478459906320332008-12-23T08:15:00.000-08:002008-12-23T08:15:00.000-08:00Thank you, I really like the poem. I look forward ...Thank you, I really like the poem. I look forward to reading more.J Hydehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16534722666558152189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33013713.post-10403123513977672462008-11-21T16:40:00.000-08:002008-11-21T16:40:00.000-08:00Thank you John. I got psyched by seeing my first p...Thank you John. I got psyched by seeing my first poem published. I will send you the link. It inspired me to submit more!!Cheri Paris Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08745077028326230312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33013713.post-2170144486481771012008-11-21T12:15:00.000-08:002008-11-21T12:15:00.000-08:00Hi, Cheri, it's good to see that you're posting po...Hi, Cheri, it's good to see that you're posting poems again. <BR/><BR/>I like the musical language in this poem. It sings and dances.<BR/><BR/>Hope all is going well.John Guzlowskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13052735138993479204noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33013713.post-52445062861460301342008-02-06T07:40:00.000-08:002008-02-06T07:40:00.000-08:00Thanks for the comments John! All I have to do to ...Thanks for the comments John! <BR/><BR/>All I have to do to find some joy is remember the times I couldn't get out and about. For me it makes having the ability to communicate any of our thoughts a cause for celebration...<BR/><BR/>CheriCheri Paris Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08745077028326230312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33013713.post-21845261992575470372008-02-04T08:25:00.000-08:002008-02-04T08:25:00.000-08:00Cheri, thanks for the poem. I tend to be a fellow...Cheri, thanks for the poem. <BR/><BR/>I tend to be a fellow that spends too much time thinking about the gloomy things in the world. <BR/><BR/>Your poem is a good reminder that there are other songs beside the sad ones.John Guzlowskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13052735138993479204noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33013713.post-84925368159816139972007-11-23T20:02:00.000-08:002007-11-23T20:02:00.000-08:00This comment has been removed by the author.Cheri Paris Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08745077028326230312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33013713.post-64905606363051032682007-11-14T18:55:00.000-08:002007-11-14T18:55:00.000-08:00Nothing like young people nowadays, huh? Items lik...Nothing like young people nowadays, huh? Items like Ipods, Game Consoles and even cars are like toys to kids today. Easy come, easy go. Yet some paid such a steep price for what the young sometimes take for granted.<BR/><BR/>Still have the furniture? Or just keep momentos to remind you of them?Cheri Paris Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08745077028326230312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33013713.post-78488118572465348362007-11-14T16:37:00.000-08:002007-11-14T16:37:00.000-08:00Cheri, And that couch would have to last forever....Cheri, <BR/><BR/>And that couch would have to last forever. <BR/><BR/>My parents bought that plastic covered couch in 1960. When they moved to Arizona in 1991, they took the plastic off (yellow and stiff by then) and sold that couch.<BR/><BR/>Nothing was wasted, everything was used carefully so that it would last forever. <BR/><BR/>When my parents moved, they gave me stuff that they had had since 1951 when they came to America.<BR/><BR/>And there I was looking at it and wondering what the heck some of that stuff was and what was I going to do with it.<BR/><BR/>johnJohn Guzlowskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13052735138993479204noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33013713.post-64789930366197060152007-11-14T11:02:00.000-08:002007-11-14T11:02:00.000-08:00Thank you for sharing about your mother, Dr. G.! I...Thank you for sharing about your mother, Dr. G.! I didn't understand the coverings then, but now I do. It was the price paid in jobs such as these that made those things so precious.<BR/><BR/>CheriCheri Paris Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08745077028326230312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33013713.post-83379664087910469092007-11-13T17:37:00.000-08:002007-11-13T17:37:00.000-08:00Hi, Cheri, thanks for posting this poem. My mom w...Hi, Cheri, thanks for posting this poem. <BR/><BR/>My mom was a cleaning lady too and a person who kept plastic on her couch. <BR/><BR/>Your poem brought a lot of her back to me.John Guzlowskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13052735138993479204noreply@blogger.com