tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20008609160131561692024-03-05T18:31:57.481-05:00Mimi SpeaksMiriam Medina, site administrator of theHistoryBox.com, provides useful information on a wide variety of topics taken from the voluminous pages of New York City's rich and turbulent history; Vibrant topics such as East Harlem with its Italian Feasts; Spanish Harlem, New York City's Early Riots; Domestic Violence; Self-Direction; Tenement Living and Urban Issues and much more, all find their way to the "Mimi Speaks" blog. Also included in this blog are articles written in Spanish and Italian.Mimi Speakshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01941350009031584898noreply@blogger.comBlogger1048125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000860916013156169.post-61416277030250002062019-03-02T11:56:00.000-05:002019-03-02T14:14:45.902-05:00Say hello to MENOPAUSE.<br />
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<br />Mimi Speakshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01941350009031584898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000860916013156169.post-6079807656571468442018-06-03T12:27:00.004-04:002018-06-03T12:29:35.281-04:00The Mansions Along Fifth Avenue 1882The principal material used in the construction of the buildings on the avenue is brown stone. This gives to the street a somber look, but of late years, white marble, brick, and the lighter-colored stones have been used to a great extent, and the upper portion of the avenue presents a much lighter and more attractive appearance than the regions below it. In spite of the general uniformity of the street, however, it is a grand sight upon which the eye rests from any point of view.<br />
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The interior of the houses is in keeping with their external grandeur. They are decorated in magnificent style by artists of ability and taste, and are furnished in the most superb and costly manner. Rare and valuable works of art abound in all, and everything that luxury can devise or wealth provide is here in abundance. The softest and richest carpets cover the floors and deaden every foot fall, the windows are draped with curtains the cost of which would provide an average family with a home in other cities, and which shut out the bright daylight and give to the apartments a soft, luxurious glow; costly chandeliers shed a flood of warm light through the elegantly furnished rooms, and through the half open doors you may catch a view of the library, with its rows of daintily bound books in elaborate cases, its works of art scattered about in tasteful negligence, and its rich and cozy furniture.<br />
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The "Library" forms quite a feature in a Fifth avenue mansion. Whether the books are read or not, it is the correct thing to have. The chambers and upper rooms are furnished with equal magnificence, the cost of fitting up one of these houses sometimes exceeding the amount paid for the building. Everything is perfect in its way, each appointment being the most sumptuous that wealth can purchase. Some of these mansions are furnished with rare taste and good judgment, but many, on the other hand, are simply vast collections of flashy and costly furniture and decorations, their owners lacking the culture necessary to make a proper disposition of their riches. There is no more attractive sight to the stranger in New York than a stroll along Fifth avenue about dusk on New Year's Day. It is the custom of those who receive calls on that day to leave window curtains partly drawn, and through these openings one can see the richly furnished, brightly lighted drawing rooms, with their elegantly dressed occupants, and can thus enjoy a succession of "pictures from life" unequaled in any part of the world.<br />
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The dwellers in the Fifth avenue mansions represent all the various phases of the wealthier class of New York. You will find here many persons whose fortunes are so secure and great that they can amply afford the style in which they live; and also many who are sacrificing everything in order to shine for awhile in such splendor. Men make money very quickly in New York. A Fifth avenue mansion is either purchased or rented, and then commences a life of fashion and dissipation to which neither they nor their families are accustomed. Everything is sacrificed to maintain their newly gained position; money flows like water; the recently gotten wealth vanishes, and in a few years the family disappears from the avenue, to begin life anew in an humbler sphere. The history of the street abounds in such cases. No wonder so many men living in these palaces have weary, careworn faces, restless glances, and quick, nervous ways. The strain they are living under to keep their places in the avenue is too great. They are not able to keep pace with those whose firmly-secured millions justify them in a lavish style of living, and they know it. They dread the day that must inevitably come, when they must leave all this luxury behind them and go out into the world again to begin life anew. Even if they maintain their places, they cannot resist the conviction that their splendor has been bought at too dear a price.<br />
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The avenue mansions contain many families of wealth and culture, many whose names have been household words in New York for generations. These live elegantly, and proportion to their means, but avoid show and vulgar display. They are courtly in manner, hospitable and warm-hearted, and constitute fine specimens of the cultured American. They do not make up the majority of the dwellers in the avenue, however. These latter represent mainly the newly rich families, that have risen to affluence through the lucky ventures of the husband and father, and have come to their new honors without the refinement or culture necessary to sustain them with dignity. You may know them by their loud voices, vulgar countenances, flashy dressing, and coarse ways. They plunge headlong into the dissipations of society with a recklessness unknown to persons accustomed to such pleasures, and their fast life soon tells upon them. The men go to their business heavy and jaded in the morning, after a night of fashionable dissipation, and the women sink into an indolence from which nothing can rouse them save a renewal of the excesses which caused their lassitude.<br />
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They greatly err who imagine that the possessor of a Fifth avenue mansion is, as a matter of course, to be envied. These splendid palaces hide many aching hearts, and could tell many a tale of sorrow, and even of shame, could they speak. The master of the house goes often to his business in the morning with knit brows and a tragedy lurking in his heart, and returns with reluctant steps to his splendid palace in the evening; and Madame, for all her gorgeous surroundings, fails to wear a happy or contented look, and sighs as she thinks of the price she has paid for such luxury. Generally the skeleton is kept securely within the closet, but sometimes it will break forth, and then Fifth avenue is startled for a moment by its revelations. Sometimes the scandal is hushed up, but frequently the divorce courts are called in to straighten matters out.<br />
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One does not see home life in its truest sense in the avenue. The demands of fashion are too exacting to permit an indulgence in this richest of pleasures. Day and night are spent in a ceaseless whirl of gayety, and in many cases the only times husband and wife are really in their home for more than a few hours at a time, is when their parlors are crowded with guests in attendance upon some grand entertainment given by them. Thus it happens that they lead different lives, with but little common interest between them. The husband has his "affinity," and seeks in her society the pleasures his wife will not share with him; and Madame has her "lovers," who are as much of a grief as a happiness to her, as she lives in constant terror of being compromised. Fortunately, children are scarce in the avenue; the necessities of fashion forbid large families.<br />
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Such as come receive little of a mother's care until they are old enough to be put on exhibition, to accompany "mamma" in a drive through the Park, or to occupy the front seats of the opera-box, when they should be soundly sleeping in their beds. They are dressed to death, are always in charge of a maid when out for a walk, and know little of the pure, free joys of childhood. So they grow up to be premature men and women, fitted only to imitate the follies, and, alas, too often to repeat the bitter experience of their parents.<br />
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After all, in spite of its splendor, in spite of its wealth, and its mad round of pleasures, Fifth avenue does not hold the happiest homes in New York. You can see the glare and the glitter of the false metal all around you; but if you would find the pure gold of domestic happiness, you must seek it in more modest sections of the great city.<br />
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Article Name:<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The Mansions Along Fifth Avenue 1882<br />
Researcher/Transcriber:<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Miriam Medina<br />
Source:New York by Sunlight and Gaslight James D. McCabe, Jr. Philadelphia, Pa: Hubbard Brothers, 1882<br />
<br />Mimi Speakshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01941350009031584898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000860916013156169.post-77052719343593310242018-06-03T12:17:00.000-04:002018-06-03T12:17:28.564-04:00<br />
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Turnure and Miss Elizabeth L. Gardner Lanier took
place today at high noon at Trinity Church. Nearly
1,000 invitations were issued to leading society
people of New York Boston, and other cities, and so
many were accepted that all the cottages and hotels
were taxed to their utmost capacity for the
accommodation of the wedding guests.<br />
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The marriage ceremony was performed by the Rev. Dr.
Grosvenor, rector of Trinity Church. The floral
decorations of the church were most elaborate. The
altar rail was trimmed with sprays of stephanotis,
and the memorial windows of the church were banked
with hundreds of varieties of roses and other cut
flowers in great profusion. Palms and exotic plants
filled the chancel.<br />
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The bride is the youngest daughter of Mr. and Mrs.
Charles Lanier, and is the last of the three
daughters to be married. The groom is well known in
society circles, and the young couple have for
several Summers been among the most popular of Lenox
young society people.<br />
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The bride passed up the broad aisle of the church
leaning on her father's arm. She was attired in a
gown of white satin, en train, cut with high neck
and long sleeves and trimmed with chiffon. She wore
a lace veil and carried a bouquet of bride's roses.
The bridesmaids were Misses Gandy, Greenleaf, Mary
Turnure, and Catherine Sands. They were dressed in
white chiffon, with pink ribbons, and carried
immense bunches of pink roses. They all wore large
leghorn hats trimmed with pink ostrich tips.<br />
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The groom met the bride at the altar accompanied by
his best man, Percy Turnure, a younger brother. The
ushers were James Arden Harriman, Frank P. Magoun,
B.C. Wilson, Jr., J. Woodward Haven, Frank N. Bacon,
and William Travers Gray. Prof. Way of Pittsfield
presided at the organ and played a wedding march as
the bridal party entered the church, while
Mendelssohn's wedding march was played as the
newly-wedded couple passed down the aisle after the
ceremony.<br />
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A wedding breakfast was served at Allen
Winden, the Laniers' cottage, to over three hundred
guests. The floral decorations were on a scale of
magnificence never seen in Lenox before. Over 1,000
varieties of roses were used and 700 sprays pf
Stephanotis. The bridal couple received the
congratulations of their friends in the south end of
the music room under a floral veil composed entirely
of orchids. This was the first orchid bell ever seen
here and so far as known is the first used in this
country. The fireplaces in the music room, dining
room, and library were banked with the rarest roses
and exotic plants of every description. Sprays of
stephanolis reached from the electric chandeliers to
the corners of the rooms.<br />
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The wedding breakfast was served in both the music
room and dining room by Delmonico. Lander's
orchestra furnished the Music. The presents were
magnificent and of great number. Among the many
guests were Mr. and Mrs. F. C. Lawrence, Jr., Mr.
and Mrs. Frank Appleton, Mr. and Mrs. D.S.
Eggleston, Mr. and Mrs. J.F.D. Lanier, Mrs. William
H. Vanderbilt, Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence Turnure, Mrs.
H.P. Eggleston, Mrs. Evans, Miss Turnure, Mr. and
Mrs. Morris K. Jesup, Mr. and Mrs. J.W. Ellis, Mr.
and Mrs. J.F. Scheng. Mr. and Mrs. W.D. Sloane, Mr.
and Mrs. Elliot F. Shepard, Dr. and Mrs. Greenleaf,
Mr. and Mrs. William Robeson, Miss Irene Bigelow,
Mrs. H.P. Denny, Mrs. J. K. Cravens, Mrs. Davidson,
Mrs. John Howard Latham, Mr. and Mrs. John E.
Parsons, Mr. and Mrs. Brayton Ives, and Charles E.
Butler.<br />
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Mimi Speakshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01941350009031584898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000860916013156169.post-32666869562674878092018-04-15T08:37:00.000-04:002019-03-03T10:14:49.339-05:00Young Misses of Society Dancing Class Tid-Bits<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #4c4c4c; font-family: "tahoma" , "arial"; font-size: 11px;">The Young Ladies were sent to the finest boarding and finishing schools, taught etiquette, music and dance lessons, to be properly trained in widening their acquaintance with the New York Society. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c4c4c; font-family: "tahoma" , "arial";"><span style="font-size: 11px;">The dancing classes have made the week a field one. They opened it with a dance at Mrs. John D. Jones's house on Monday, where a dance was given for Mrs. Jones's niece. Miss Louise Floyd-Jones, and where the young guests all came with powdered hair and patches on their faces. The sight was a very pretty one, as may well be imagined. Among those who took part in the cotillion, which was led by Mr. Alexander Hadden, were Miss Zerega, Miss Lentilhon, Miss Coudert. Mrs. Pelham Clinton, and others of the same set. The favors were exceptionally tasteful and varied.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c4c4c; font-family: "tahoma" , "arial";"><span style="font-size: 11px;">On Monday evening, also there met at Mrs. Isaac Townsend's, in West Twenty-fifth street, what is known as the Rosebud Dancing Class, composed of young girls not yet out. This dance was given for young Miss Bend, a granddaughter of Mrs. Townsend. The Orthopedic Ball of Wednesday night, for the success of which Miss Furniss and Mrs. Whitney labored so assiduously to keep exclusive, was, as last year, more or less of a success. The atmosphere of the ball was very much like a usual Delmonico one, and one person present in summing it up described it as a cross between a Junior Patriarch's and a cotillion. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c4c4c; font-family: "tahoma" , "arial";"><span style="font-size: 11px;">There were comparatively few girls of the younger set present, but an abundance of men, which somehow gave the impression that some wealthy patroness had purchased a cartload of tickets and distributed them wholesale at the clubs. The larger part of this masculine contingent effectually blocked up the main doorway and narrowed the dancing space, made its presence felt at supper, and was missing in the cotillion.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c4c4c; font-family: "tahoma" , "arial";"><span style="font-size: 11px;"> Mr. Thomas Howard led the cotillion and Lander the orchestra, and so all the requirements of a Delmonico ball were met. The favors were composed of bunches of red roses, which, before their use in the cotillion, formed parts of huge bouquets that hung between the mirrors, thus combining economy with utility and beauty.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c4c4c; font-family: "tahoma" , "arial";"><span style="font-size: 11px;">Some handsome gowns were worn, notably by Mrs. George Merritt, Miss Constance Schack, Miss Zerega, Miss Julia Van Duzer, and Miss Fannie Tailer. The supper arrangements were on the most lavish scale, and champagne flowed more freely than at an Assembly. It is understood that the ball cost about $4.80 per head for those present, which will leave a pleasant percentage for the charity for which it was given.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c4c4c; font-family: "tahoma" , "arial";"><span style="font-size: 11px;">Researcher/Transcriber:<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Miriam Medina</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #4c4c4c; font-family: "tahoma" , "arial";"><span style="font-size: 11px;">Source: </span></span><span style="color: #4c4c4c; font-family: "tahoma" , "arial"; font-size: 11px;">New York Times : April 17, 1887</span>Mimi Speakshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01941350009031584898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000860916013156169.post-52168880702944660402018-04-15T08:29:00.000-04:002018-04-15T08:31:00.427-04:00The Bradley Martins: Their Start and Career in New York Society THE BALL OF 1885<br />
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On the night of Jan. 26, 1885, which was the coldest of an exceptionally bitter Winter, Mrs. Bradley Martin gave, at her double residence, 20 and 22 West Twentieth Street, what was considered as having been, up to that time, with the exception of the Vanderbilt "fancy dress ball of 1883, " the most unique and beautiful entertainment ever enjoyed by the members of New York society. About 400 guests were invited, and the event created comparatively as much anticipatory interest and excitement as the coming ball has aroused this season.<br />
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No better evidence of the marked changes which even the comparatively short period of twelve years can effect in the society and journalistic worlds, can be afforded than a study of the story of this ball as related in two of the morning newspapers of Jan. 27, 1885. Strange as it may seem in this era of the full publication of society doings and events, only two of the New York morning newspapers of that date even alluded to this ball, and these two gave only a brief account of it. A perusal of the list of guests is almost startling, as it shows that of the 400 people who attended Mrs. Martin's ball of twelve Winters ago, scarcely one-half are likely to attend her coming ball of Feb. 10 of this year. The divorce court, the vicissitudes of fortune, and particularly death, have removed from participation in society life what seems a remarkable number of persons in so short a time.<br />
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Harry Cannon, who was one of the leaders of the cotillion at the Martin ball of 1885, is dead. Ward McAllister, Mrs. Paran Stevens, her son, Harry Stevens; George Henry Warren, Mrs. George L. Rives the first, Miss Marie, afterward Mrs. Frank Pendleton, and others of the guests of 1885 almost as prominent, have passed away. It will also be recalled that during the ball one of the invited guests, and one of the belles of the day, Miss Ruth Baylies, who had been taken ill only a few days previous, died, and the ball was almost forgotten in the general sorrow when the news of her death became known the next day.<br />
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The feature of the Martin ball of 1885 was the huge temporary supper room, built of wood, which was erected over the rear yards of the Martin residence. This was 68 feet long by 25 feet wide, and after it had been erected the insurance companies compelled Mrs. Martin to pay a heavy premium for its use for one night, on account of the risk to the adjoining property. This building, or room, was arranged so that access to it was gained by a flight of broad steps leading down from the billiard room, which occupies the entire width of the Martin houses in the rear, and whose three windows were transformed into temporary doorways for the occasion. It was heated by steam and lighted by three enormous chandeliers and many side lights. The ceiling was decorated by Marcotte to resemble the starry sky. The walls were hung with turkey red, and antique armor was used to decorate them. A massive old sideboard was placed against one side of the room, and a long supper table was arranged in the centre. The effect of this room, as the guests walked out from the billiard room and stood on the top of the stairway, was striking and beautiful. Unfortunately the bitter cold of the night, on which the thermometer fell to zero, made the room of little use, as the steam pipes could not keep the temporary structure warm.<br />
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The guests when they entered were received by Mrs. Martin, who stood in the reception room at the right of the main hall, and from there they passed on through the library and dining-room into the billiard room in the rear. After viewing the supper room, they returned through a small room on the left of the main hall, where two bands were stationed, which played continuously through the evening. Beyond this small room, in the front of the house, was a room arranged as a large hallway, and decorated with deers' heads and other trophies of the chase from Bal Macaan, Mr. Martin's leased estate in Scotland.<br />
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After supper, which was served about midnight, two cotillions were danced. Lispenard Stewart led one, in the dining-room, and Harry Cannon another, in the large entrance hall. The favors were exceptionally beautiful. Those for the women were mother-of-pearl fans and silver and gold ornaments, and for the men scarf-pins with pearl heads and broad satin sashes covered with gilt and silver imitations of foreign orders. In the flower figure, clusters of pink roses tied with satin ribbons were given to the women, and boutonnieres of lilies of the valley were given tot he men. The women's bouquets had each a small stuffed sparrow suspended above it by a vibrating wire. Mrs. Martin wore a superb dress of white satin, made, as was then the fashion, with a long train, and she carried seven or eight large bouquets.<br />
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The men, matrons, and maidens, who are middle-aged or are approaching middle age, in New York society, well remember this beautiful and unique ball, now only a tradition to the younger generation.<br />
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Mrs. Martin's Brilliant Party in February, 1890, When There Was a Dinner and Dancing.<br />
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On the night of Feb 8, 1890, Mrs. Bradley Martin entertained about 300 of her friends at dinner at Delmonico's, the dinner being followed by a cotillion. The decorations of the reception, dining, and ball rooms were on a somewhat novel plan and exceedingly rich in character. Gloire de Paris roses were used chiefly in the adornment of the tables, of which there were six, each set for 46 persons. The walls of the main dining hall were hung with blue silk brocade and adorned with small gilt mirrors, from which hung baskets of lilies of the valley. A notable feature of the decoration was a Roman chandelier of orchids that swung in place of the usual circle of lights.<br />
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Mr. and Mrs. Martin received their guests in the small red room, in which many graceful palms and ferns were grouped. Coffee was served in both the red room and the blue room to both ladies and gentlemen after dinner. In the blue room, as well as in the main corridor, banks of palms and roses were placed, also a number of choice tapestries, pictures, and bits of bric-a-brac from the Martin residence.<br />
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Lander's Orchestra and the Hungarian Band played throughout the dinner and during the cotillion which George H. Bend led, dancing with Mrs. Martin. There were two figure favors, the men receiving jeweled diggers and fac similes of the Orders of the Golden Fleece, and the ladies were presented with small satin bonnets and oxidized silver chatelaines. The guests included all persons prominent in New York's exclusive society, and one of the most charming features of the occasion was the presence of an unusually large number of debutantes, for whom a special table was reserved and appropriately adorned with rosebuds.<br />
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Over the last several decades , there has been a growing interest in matters pertaining to Genealogy which from the earliest of times, has formed the basis of true history. That natural instinct which prompts one to love the place of his or her birth, to know the history of the origin and descent of a family or race, and the circumstances in the lives of our progenitors is attracting the attention of the intellectual public, in their never ending pursuit for answers.</div>
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History reveals the story of man's past and the progressive development of human society. The human evidence of how man had a determined influence upon history , is found in their expressions of thought, art, culture and politics. History depends on human evidence, not only in annals and chronicles , but in all sorts of forms (monuments, buildings, artifacts, business papers, newspapers, laws, traditions, vital statistics, literature expressing man's philosophy, science and religion.) In the ancient records of the great nations and peoples of the past, preservation of lineages occupied an important place . All historical evidence can be extremely helpful in shedding light upon man's civilization and deeds.</div>
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Thanks to many established organizations and historical societies, within the towns of each state, of this country that have taken great steps in securing and preserving historical documents, newspapers and vital records on microfilm and placing them in climate controlled facilities, a project which has been quite costly, for the benefit of future generations. America's sacred symbols that have been vulnerable to the ravages of time, are also being restored to their original forms.. Many libraries even have a genealogical department where lineages may be inspected. Scholars are resurrecting older resources and are beginning to rewrite selected histories in the light of new research on that particular subject matter.</div>
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In the process of my own genealogical research I have now come to the realization that the more I familiarize myself with the social and economic conditions of peoples, their racial affinities and the physical environment in which my ancestors lived, a better comprehension as to Who, What, Where, Why and When will be established.</div>
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I am convinced that history is an essential factor in assisting a genealogist to achieve a somewhat successful result from its diligent search efforts.I</div>
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Mimi Speakshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01941350009031584898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000860916013156169.post-55355222926952846042018-04-15T07:53:00.001-04:002018-04-15T07:53:47.516-04:00Ward McAllister Ward McAllister was a native of Savannah, Ga., where he was born about sixty years ago. His grandfather, Matthew McAllister, was Chief Justice of the State, and his father, Matthew Hall McAllister, was a justice of the Circuit Court of the United States in California.<br />
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The family was distinguished for its legal ability. A brother of Ward McAllister stood at the head of the San Francisco bar for many years. On his mother's side, Ward McAllister was connected with some of the most distinguished families of the East. His maternal grandmother, Mrs. B.C. Cutler, was a daughter of Hester Marion, sister of Gen. Francis Marion, the "Swamp Fox" of the Revolution.<br />
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When Ward McAllister was in a reminiscent mood, he liked to tell of the admiration that George Washington used to have for his handsome grandmother. Through the Cutlers, Mr. McAllister was able to claim relationship with ex-Mayor Prince, the Appletons, and many other distinguished families of Boston. He was cousin-german to the late "Sam" Ward, to Julia Ward Howe, and to Mrs. Luther Terry, mother of Marion Crawford. He was also connected by marriage with the Astors, the Chanlers, and other well-known families in this city.<br />
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Mrs. McAllister, mother of Ward McAllister, was a remarkably beautiful woman, full of energy, vitality, and social talent. She showed plain traces of her French descent, the Marions being Huguenots, driven to this country by religious persecution. She was thought to bear a striking likeness to the portraits of Charlotte Corday, to whose family she was related.<br />
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Ward McAllister was said to resemble her very strongly, not only in appearance, but in peculiar personal characteristics.<br />
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Ward McAllister was a genial, charming man to people who knew him. His manner was invariably modest and unassuming. His dress was extremely modest and even careless at times. Despite a funny habit of constantly saying, "Don't you know? Don't you see? Don't you understand?" which reporters who interviewed him constantly made fun of, Ward McAllister was an interesting and intelligent talker. He was never afraid to say candidly exactly what he thought. Latterly he had acquired the habit of writing what he thought, and his social set had punished him somewhat severely for it.<br />
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Ward McAllister's talents as a gourmet were developed at an early age. When he was a lad it was customary in the South to go to market at an early hour, so as to avoid the heat of the day. Ward used to get up earlier than his brothers and do the buying for the family, so as to get his parents the best that the market afforded. All his life he made a study of gastronomy. When he went to Europe he was not satisfied with partaking of banquets in the company of distinguished people. He wanted to find out how the best culinary effects were produced. he made the acquaintance of the costly cooks at Buckingham Palace, at Marlborough House, and in some of the best public restaurants in London and Paris. He cultivated the society of wine merchants and prodded into the secrets of some of the famous cellars of Europe. Much of the material he gathered then was afterward worked into his remarkable and interesting book, "Society As I have Found It," which he published in 1890.<br />
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When Ward McAllister was about twenty years old he came North to study at Yale. A maiden aunt left him some money, and after leaving college he returned to Savannah, where he was admitted to the bar. In 1852 he went to California. he saw some pretty wild life in the far West, of which he wrote very interestingly in his book. He returned to this city and married Miss Sarah Gibbons, whose father held a steamboat grant from Robert Fulton, and who derived a very good income from wharf property here which her father had acquired. For some years after his marriage Mr. McAllister lived altogether in Newport, which was largely settled by Southerners, but eventually, as he rose in social prominence, he established a home in this city, also.<br />
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It was not until Mr. McAllister arbitrarily condensed the swell society set of New York into "the 400" that he achieved what might be called a national reputation. He was then at the head of the Patriarchs, an organization of fifty men, who contributed most of the funds for the great society entertainments of every season. Ward McAllister made it a rule never to dine at his club. It was an axiom of his that there was no society without ladies. He had no business that came in contact with his self-imposed social duties, and those he never shirked. His habits were very regular. It was his custom to rise about 8 o'clock, take a light breakfast and devote from 9:30 to 11:320 to business. This usually consisted of giving his advice to those who came to seek it about entertainments. To people not schooled in matters of this kind he was a public benefactor. At noon he used to visit his butcher. This he considered one of the important bits of business of the day. He usually lunched at the Union Club, and devoted the afternoon to a "constitutional" walk, which he never neglected, rain or shine, and to making calls. Never was man more scrupulous in fulfilling all the obligations imposed upon him as the leader of select society.<br />
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A few years ago Mr. McAllister was in great demand as a dinner guest. he was full of good spirits and news, and was constantly inventing something that pleased his social cronies. He knew all the gossip about everybody, and did not hesitate to tell it in the most charming manner. it is said of him that he never was known to say a malicious thing. He was considered the essence of good breeding as well as of good-fellowship.<br />
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Mrs. McAllister is an invalid. She never appeared in society, nor did she preside at her husband's dinner table when he entertained. Her place was usually taken by her daughter, Louise. These "home" dinners, as Mr. McAllister used to call them, were his pride. He used to give about one a week, and never laid covers for more than eight.<br />
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Naturally, when he created the famous "400," Ward McAllister came in for a severe tongue-lashing from the people left off his list. There was a revolt against him at once. Some people said hard things about him. Ladies with 1,000 or 1,500 names on their visiting lists were angry. But his friends stuck to him. For a Southerner, Mr. McAllister stood the severe criticisms he received with remarkable composure. IN fact, he seemed to enjoy it.<br />
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Another innovation that added to Mr. McAllister's social fame was his series of picnics, which for twenty-five years were a recognized feature of Newport Summer life. He had a good deal to say about them in his book. He usually gave them on his farm.<br />
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"I did not hesitate," he wrote, "to ask the very crème de la crème of New York society. My little farm dinners gained such a reputation that my friends would say to me: "Now, remember, leave me out of your ceremonious dinners as you choose; but always include me in those given at your farm, or I'll never forgive you.'"<br />
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Mr. McAllister wrote as follows about the reasons for founding the Patriarchs: " The object we had in view was to make these (the Patriarchs) balls thoroughly representative; to embrace the old colonial New Yorkers, our adopted citizens, and men whose ability and integrity had won the esteem of the community, who formed an important element in society. We wanted the money power, but not in any way to be controlled by it."<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">The elevated train is described from a passenger's point of view in the following manner:" the fleeting intimacy you formed with people in second-and third-floor interiors, while all the usual street life went on underneath, had a domestic intensity mixed with a perfect repose that was the last effect of good society with all its security and exclusiveness. He </span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; display: inline; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">said it was better than the theater, of which reminded him, to see those people through their windows: a family party of work-folk at a late tea, some of the men in their short-sleeves; a woman sewing by a lamp; a mother laying her child in it's cradle; a man with his head fallen on his hands upon a table; a girl and her lover leaning over the window sill together. What suggestion! What drama! What infinite interest! "</span><br style="background-color: #fff3db; color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; display: inline; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br />As for rapid transit New York City built the first elevated railway in 1867, but it wasn't until the early 1880's that it was called "the elevated" and not until the late 80's that it was called the "El". From the 1920s on, the Third avenue El and the Sixth avenue El were familiar names heard throughout Manhattan, typifying the big city's hustle, bustle, dirt, and noise .<br /><br />RAPID TRANSIT WAS A NECESSITY in the expanding city. The populace of New York were in a great hullabaloo for more speedy and convenient means of getting to and from work than the horse cars, omnibuses, street cars and stages afforded. So on July 3, 1868, the first elevated railroad train sped along at fifteen m.p.h. from New York's Battery up Greenwich Street to Cortlandt. Within a few years two elevated lines were under construction on either side of the city. On the flip side, the presence of the El generated some negative reactions from the public and horse-car drivers. Citizens complained about how close the el was almost touching the buildings , the thunderous sounds from the train of cars whizzing by, the horrible shriek and squeak of metal on metal, sparks falling upon the pedestrians and igniting store awnings, scaring and causing the horses to buck and madly run away crashing their vehicles against the columns of the El and most of all the lack of privacy and exposure to the dirt floating into their windows for those who lived in the upper tenement floors, as well as darkening the streets and lower apartments of the dwellings.<br /><br />The Third Avenue Line, or Third Avenue El, was an elevated railway in Manhattan, and the Bronx, New York City. It passed into the ownership of the Inter-borough Rapid Transit Company (IRT) and eventually the New York City Subway.The El in Manhattan came down in the early 1950s and Third Avenue became a business center with high-rise office and residential buildings.</span><br style="background-color: #fff3db; color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; display: inline; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: #fff3db; color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"></span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; display: inline; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"></span><br />
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<span aria-live="polite" class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" style="display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; outline: none; width: auto;" tabindex="0">During the 1800's Harlem was undergoing all sorts of transportation projects to encourage northward expansion. In 1831 the New York and Harlem Railroad Company was incorporated for the purpose of constructing a railroad from the central part of the city to Harlem. This encouraged the residents of lower Manhattan to move northward to Harlem. The Third Avenue Horse Railr<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; font-family: inherit;">oad was built in 1870; the Third Avenue elevated railway was built in 1878 and the Second Avenue elevated railway was built in 1880, the First Avenue Trolley in the 1880s, the elevated rail lines that extended north along the eighth and Ninth avenues were built during the 1880s and finally the IRT Lexington Avenue Subway, which opened in 1903. "But it wasn't until 1879, when the third and second avenue elevated train lines were built that the population of Harlem began to rapidly increase. "With the construction of the "els," urbanized development occurred very rapidly, precipitating the construction of apartment buildings and brownstones. This availability of reasonable housing and faster transportation allowed the working class to be able to live in East Harlem and travel to their places of employment downtown.<br /><br />These construction projects attracted many immigrant wage laborers mostly during the 1880s and 1890s. The steady flow of cheap labor gave the ruthless entrepreneurs a superb opportunity to reap profits. The first group were the German and Irish workers who laid down the trolley tracks and dug the subway tunnels. Because of East Harlem's cheap tenement rent and convenience of public transportation, many central and eastern European factory workers were able to commute from lower Manhattans sweatshops. As a result of this construction East Harlem became highly populated with the Irish and Italian community.<br /><br />America faced one of its greatest tests of mass accommodation and tolerance with the immigration wave of the 1840s and 1850s, the Irish and Germans the largest ethnic groups represented.</span></span></div>
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<br />Mimi Speakshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01941350009031584898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000860916013156169.post-69798287865197206892017-01-29T18:17:00.000-05:002019-03-03T10:40:07.611-05:00Writer's Block-A PoemBy Miriam B. Medina (Copyright)<br />
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Am I poet, or am I writer?<br />
I just can't differentiate between the two.<br />
Sometimes I'm good with poetry,<br />
There are articles and short stories I also like to do.<br />
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Every so often writer's block visits, my uninvited guest,<br />
Hindering the writing process, that usually flows at its very best.<br />
Self-doubt creeps upon me, self-worth drags me down,<br />
The more I try to write, the larger the paper mound.<br />
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The plot gets too twisted, leading characters too grotesque,<br />
My story becomes too dark altogether.<br />
Eventually one thing leads to another, and<br />
There you go, a day's work for the house-keeper beneath my desk.<br />
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A habit was forming, watching pages get crumpled and thrown,<br />
Undeniably it's a sad journey in creative writing,<br />
All writers must travel alone.<br />
No matter how much I try, my waste basket keeps getting filled.<br />
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Oh woe is me, what a waste of creative time,<br />
I've gone from skilled to feeling unskilled.<br />
Writer's block makes me angry; inspiration doesn't come quick enough,<br />
Words that once flowed easily freeze, making it impossible to strut my new stuff.<br />
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I'll try my hand at poetry; maybe I'll be lucky then,<br />
So I can put an end to this writer's block and sweetly say amen.<br />
I've searched and searched for rhyming words,<br />
Fluttering all around inside my head.<br />
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My mind keeps getting twisted, unemotionally fed.<br />
Thoughts that keep me from sleep and a comfy bed.<br />
Screaming to be released, requesting to be heard.<br />
All trapped inside like a miserable caged bird.<br />
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Some of these words are wise and linger,<br />
They're the sweetness of fruit, why should I hinder?<br />
Others will take me to heights intense,<br />
Everything is possible, yet together do they make sense?<br />
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Ugh, poetry in whatever shape or form does not inspire me,<br />
It's written in a way to confuse and ruin my tranquility.<br />
So where do I go? What can I do?<br />
The answers were there, which I very well knew.<br />
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Play background music, burn scented candles,<br />
Slip away to a quiet place and walk.<br />
Visit a crowded cafe, sip coffee, and<br />
Hear some interesting gossip talk.<br />
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Nothing is wasted, that is for sure,<br />
For writer's block, there is always a cure!<br />
So back to my keyboard once again,<br />
The time I spend there, will not be in vain.Mimi Speakshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01941350009031584898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000860916013156169.post-20455106031849899362017-01-29T18:06:00.000-05:002017-01-29T18:06:15.057-05:00The BullyBy Miriam B. Medina(Copyright)<br />
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<br />
<br />
There he stood,<br />
6 feet tall<br />
All large and strong<br />
In his head covered hood,<br />
The bully of Roanoke High<br />
Pompous Bastard,<br />
Who does he think he is?<br />
<br />
His face like stone<br />
Flexing his muscles<br />
Rubbing his fist<br />
Proud as an eagle<br />
He was the King of his turf<br />
Surrounded by his subjects<br />
All following him, like his shadow.<br />
<br />
Ever in search of prey,<br />
Many trembled when they'd hear his name<br />
Or pass him by in the hall,<br />
Not one battle did he yet lose<br />
No matter how small or tall in size<br />
I'm the King, he shouted with glee<br />
He snapped his fingers,<br />
And the gang drew near<br />
Their eyes following the direction<br />
Of his finger.<br />
<br />
Coming his way<br />
Was a short, thin boy<br />
As he came closer, he looked at the group<br />
The King noticed his eyes were slanted<br />
He raised his hand and ordered the attack<br />
The gang jumped on him and knocked him down<br />
They kicked him in the face and body<br />
They grabbed him by his backpack<br />
And dragged him over to the king.<br />
<br />
The King punched him in the face<br />
Blood squirted everywhere<br />
He cried "stop, stop; you're hurting me."<br />
The King suddenly threw his head back,<br />
Roaring with laughter<br />
"Beat him up again," he commanded.<br />
<br />
Like puppets they did his bidding<br />
The gang kicked him and punched him some more<br />
They threw books at him<br />
His face was all bloody as he lied still on the ground<br />
Just as the group turned to walk away<br />
The young Chinese boy managed to get up and run<br />
He was hurting, badly<br />
He said if I don't get out of here<br />
They will kill me.<br />
<br />
The young Freshman kept running<br />
Until he got home feeling safe.<br />
He was scared, he screamed and banged on the door<br />
His mother opened the door and saw her bloody-faced son<br />
He collapsed in her arms.<br />
She was hysterical crying "What happened?" she said.<br />
"I don't know Mama. I was on my way to school<br />
This gang attacked me.<br />
I don't want to go back to that school," he said.<br />
<br />
"I will talk to your Uncle Henry."<br />
"He is a Martial Arts teacher; I know he will help you."<br />
"How can he help me, Mom?"<br />
"He will make you strong and show you how to defend yourself<br />
Against many."<br />
Peter listened to his mother.<br />
He went to live with Uncle Henry and changed schools.<br />
<br />
For three years he trained day and night with Uncle Henry.<br />
Practicing techniques, improving his skill.<br />
Uncle Henry was pleased With Peter's progress;<br />
He worked very hard<br />
Now Peter Chin was ready.<br />
<br />
He went back to Roanoke High to even the score<br />
Waiting to meet the King eye to eye.<br />
Once again the King appeared with his followers<br />
And spied the Chinese boy<br />
"Hey, that kid looks familiar," he said to his gang.<br />
"Isn't that the kid we beat up three years ago?"<br />
"Where has he been all this time?"<br />
Peter stared back boldly at the King.<br />
<br />
The King felt jittery<br />
The gang began to circle the young man<br />
Peter only had a stick in his hand.<br />
Do or Die rang in his head<br />
The King laughed out loud<br />
"Get him," He shouted.<br />
One by one Peter knocked them down<br />
Only Peter and the King were left,<br />
All alone.<br />
<br />
The King lunged toward Peter<br />
Trained well, Peter moved quickly<br />
Giving him a Karate kick to the chest<br />
Leaving him breathless on the ground.<br />
There he lies, alone, humiliated and destroyed<br />
The once upon a time<br />
Bully of Roanoke High.<br />
Peter turned and walked away.Mimi Speakshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01941350009031584898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000860916013156169.post-35585868096774122262017-01-29T17:54:00.003-05:002017-01-29T17:54:52.151-05:00Ice Cold Sweaty Beer On A Hot Summer's Dayby Miriam B. Medina (Copyright)<br />
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<br />
He was a blonde, muscular, tall construction worker in his mid-thirties,<br />
<br />
Who had acquired muscle mass with relative ease.<br />
<br />
Not accustomed to working in such extreme heat,<br />
<br />
Thirst consumed him from the inside out.<br />
<br />
Repressed anger turned his face scarlet; he wanted so badly to shout.<br />
<br />
His tongue clung to the roof of his mouth; His chest gulped air,<br />
<br />
He needed something cold, anything that might ease his despair.<br />
<br />
"AH, beer is what I need," he said, "not water, that's for sure."<br />
<br />
Beer is so unique, with its frothy foam and undeniable allure.<br />
<br />
"Indeed, BEER is for the bold!<br />
<br />
It slides down smoothly, especially when it is cold.<br />
<br />
My shirt clings to me in this scorching heat,<br />
<br />
I wish these trees would offer shade so I could crawl beneath.<br />
<br />
It keeps growing hotter and hotter; my body screams for deliverance,<br />
<br />
This terrible blur of a blazing sun is leaving me with such a bad experience."<br />
<br />
To his boss he said: "I'm taking my lunch break now.<br />
<br />
Whether you approve or disallow.<br />
<br />
When I get back the job will be done,<br />
<br />
I assure you I'll end what I have begun."<br />
<br />
Off of his co-workers he mooched some bucks here and there,<br />
<br />
Promising to bring back something to ease their same despair.<br />
<br />
He drove around and stumbled onto a topless bar named 'Titties'.<br />
<br />
He had been there before with one of his co-workers called Smithy.<br />
<br />
It was the only place that was near,<br />
<br />
And he was desperate for a cold beer.<br />
<br />
He loved the bar; it was his kind of place,<br />
<br />
Just the word 'Titties' put a smile on his face.<br />
<br />
He stepped from the blazing sun into the smoke-filled darkness<br />
<br />
Rubbing his eyes, he saw the place was still sleazy-looking and airless<br />
<br />
He ignored the dank dark air and headed straight to the bar,<br />
<br />
The light reflecting a path from the door that he'd left ajar.<br />
<br />
He remembered the young women rubbing their scantily clad bodies<br />
<br />
All over aroused men, trying to pry away lecherous dollar bills...<br />
<br />
"I'll be damned," he said smiling to himself,<br />
<br />
"I'm amazed at their great marketable skills."<br />
<br />
His eyes were riveted on the new go-go dancer before him,<br />
<br />
He found it hard to suppress his feelings, so he made his face seem grim.<br />
<br />
She was seductively bumping and grinding, stripping to near nudity<br />
<br />
Every inch of her body was under laser focused scrutiny.<br />
<br />
They kept feeding dollar bills fingering them slowly inside her G-string,<br />
<br />
A faceless guy yelled "Ooooh Wheeeee you're hotter than chili; I want you to be my wild thing!"<br />
<br />
She opened her legs wide, scissoring them around the pole,<br />
<br />
He heard someone else shout, "Let's share some fun times honey, let's let them roll!!"<br />
<br />
He watched how her firm breasts would heave and bounce,<br />
<br />
Dancing to hip-hop remixes, moving her body where it counts.<br />
<br />
He wanted desperately to explore and savor her beautiful tits<br />
<br />
To feel her passion burn beneath his fingertips.<br />
<br />
He watched her intently, blood rushing into his cheeks,<br />
<br />
He was perspiring profusely, feeling dizzy and weak.<br />
<br />
His erection reached its climax, trying to escape his jeans.<br />
<br />
He was suddenly awakened from his sensuous dream.<br />
<br />
'Ahhh... ' He liked that one and wished he could give her a ride,<br />
<br />
To consume her, inhale her, use her up and cast her aside,<br />
<br />
But after all, he wasn't here for such fleshy fun;<br />
<br />
Thirsty, he had wanted desperately to get out of that scorching sun<br />
<br />
He was holding on tightly, clinging to his borrowed money,<br />
<br />
Though he really wanted to spend it on this sweet honey.<br />
<br />
"Hey bartender," he shouted, "Give me a cold draft beer.<br />
<br />
With this blazing weather I'm parched and I feel kind of weird!<br />
<br />
If you don't believe me step outside and feel the sun's rays bake,<br />
<br />
At 99 degrees where I worked all day, making my back sorely ache.<br />
<br />
Now I'm tired of sitting here and singing this same worthless song,<br />
<br />
Just saddle me up a beer and make sure it's cold and strong!"<br />
<br />
"I only have a short lunch hour with no time to waste!<br />
<br />
I need a cold beer right now to pacify my taste.<br />
<br />
I'm sitting here fuming with a couple of dollars to pay,<br />
<br />
So until you serve me that frosty brew, I'm not going away!"<br />
<br />
He sighed and he moaned, staring at the barkeep<br />
<br />
As he waited for the bartender to serve him his beer<br />
<br />
An annoying drunk plopped down next to him<br />
<br />
With a hard-luck story, he didn't want to hear.<br />
<br />
He said "F$#@" off man; I'm not here to drink to your health<br />
<br />
or give you three cheers,<br />
<br />
Nor am I your therapist, paid hourly to hear your woes<br />
<br />
And watch your cheeks get flooded by bittersweet tears.<br />
<br />
Don't ask me for money, 'cause I'm clutching on to my last penny,<br />
<br />
Hoping the bartender doesn't remember that I still owe him myself<br />
<br />
The go-go dancer was a big star at 'Titties', she loved the spotlight<br />
<br />
It was where she sang Karaoke each and every night<br />
<br />
Whenever she wasn't squirming half nude for stiff dollar bills,<br />
<br />
She would hustle up drinks for a tip,<br />
<br />
Some guys would schmooze her; others would give her the slip.<br />
<br />
The construction worker's time was up; he had to get back to work<br />
<br />
The bartender ignored his request though he needed to amend<br />
<br />
What flaws between them still may lurk.<br />
<br />
"Hey, bartender, I have cash. I need two six-packs and a couple of beers!"<br />
<br />
To which the bartender finally replied,<br />
<br />
"I've been waiting a long time, lucky me, we happen to coincide... "<br />
<br />
"We sell the coldest beer around, just not to all.<br />
<br />
You see my man; many patrons visit this place,<br />
<br />
But one thing's for sure, I never forget a face.<br />
<br />
Sorry, mate; with me, you don't have good credit,<br />
<br />
In fact you still owe me a hundred from before!<br />
<br />
So if you want a beer here, you might as well forget it.<br />
<br />
Before I give you even one drop more, you best<br />
<br />
Pay up right now or get thrown out the door."<br />
<br />
Immediately four bouncers showed up in response to a signal,<br />
<br />
Judging by the bouncer's physiques they weren't there to mingle.<br />
<br />
So, empty-handed, he quickly turned and said:<br />
<br />
"Let me out of here before the sidewalk becomes my bed!"<br />
<br />
I need to walk out of here with dignity, to walk, not crawl.<br />
<br />
As he passed dour nameless beer-drinkers, he cursed them all<br />
<br />
He quickly jumped into his truck, spinning tires chewing up tar,<br />
<br />
Putting as much distance as he could between him and "Titties" topless bar.<br />
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Mimi Speakshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01941350009031584898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000860916013156169.post-63077004747166765752017-01-29T08:53:00.001-05:002017-01-29T08:53:05.027-05:00The Workaholic- A PoemBy Miriam B. Medina (C)<br />
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<br />
<br />
From the first moment he saw her<br />
He was hooked, sunk and smitten.<br />
Passing the chic design dress shop on the corner<br />
He saw stunningly beautiful large hazel eyes, she was<br />
Tall and slim, had a certain wispy elegant beauty<br />
In the way she moved about the window showcase.<br />
She was wearing a silky smooth pale blue dress<br />
Complimenting her figure and long legs.<br />
A strand of blond hair kept falling onto her forehead<br />
Covering her eyes, she kept pushing it aside.<br />
Surrounded by fashionable mannequins<br />
That she arranged in different poses around her.<br />
<br />
She sorted out the various decorations<br />
Hanging them one by one until the design was complete.<br />
Stepping back, she examined her work and was satisfied.<br />
Susan Edwards was an established visual designer<br />
Of displays, store windows and sales floors.<br />
Oblivious to anyone watching her<br />
She continued to decorate the storefront window<br />
In her signature style, but in holiday fashion<br />
And she was gathering quite a crowd.<br />
It was incredible how eye-catching her display was.<br />
She knew it would be the talk of the neighborhood.<br />
Day after day Brad walked past that corner to catch his bus.<br />
<br />
He was so engrossed in business matters that<br />
He hadn't noticed this goddess before,<br />
That was, at least until now.<br />
Stepping out from his office building he meandered<br />
Down the street until he paused, right in<br />
Front of her showcase window.<br />
He watched her for a few minutes,<br />
Engaged by the grace and beauty and creativity,<br />
As she carefully moved the mannequins about<br />
Engrossed with her display, she didn't hear him enter<br />
When he spoke, Susan jumped, apparently startled<br />
That anyone would interrupt her, invade her world.<br />
<br />
"Hello, I love your exhibit. You have created a warm atmosphere.<br />
Your neutral colors are stimulating and inspirational.<br />
I love the way you accented the area with throws,<br />
And with these cushions and flowers and paintings.<br />
'Why did he have to interrupt my concentration?' she thought to herself.<br />
She didn't ask for his opinion or appreciate being interrupted.<br />
"I'm sorry, but I am busy. Perhaps we can talk when I'm not so harried."<br />
He wanted her from the moment he had looked at her.<br />
She was beautiful, intellectual and ever so classy,<br />
One might even say that she was a bit sassy.<br />
Not accepting a rebuke, he said "Have you noticed<br />
Every holiday revolves around food? Stop what you are doing!"<br />
<br />
Accept my dinner invitation in the name of the Holidays!"<br />
"My name is Brad, Brad Williams." He said immediately. "And yours?"<br />
Speaking in a buttery smooth yet commanding voice,<br />
His white teeth showed in a reckless boyish grin.<br />
At age 49 he looked delicious with his salt and pepper goatee,<br />
Dressed in an expensive dark suit wearing a very expensive watch.<br />
A diamond ring consuming his finger.<br />
Yes indeed, he was delicious, she said to herself.<br />
The one thing that riveted her attention was the unmistakable smell of money.<br />
The designer was unable to resist his charm.<br />
"My name is Susan, Susan Edwards," she responded with a smile.<br />
"And you look like you won't go away until I say yes," she told him.<br />
<br />
"So my answer is Yes, I do accept."<br />
There was a triumphant ring in his voice as he said, "Great."<br />
Her stomach started to growl like a caged beast.<br />
"I haven't had a break all day, so I appreciate the invitation," Susan said.<br />
"There is a real good restaurant not too far from here." she suggested.<br />
Without giving it a second thought Brad agreed.<br />
Grabbing her coat, she reached for his arm.<br />
As they stepped outside she wrapped her cloak tighter around her.<br />
It felt like snow was coming. "Brrrrrrrr... " she said as she<br />
Snuggled against his warm body to hide from the wind.<br />
Dizzied by her closeness, Brad inhaled the sweet scent of her perfume.<br />
To their relief, they finally arrived at the restaurant.<br />
<br />
Brad immediately called over a waiter to take their food and drink orders.<br />
This dinner invitation was the first of many that followed.<br />
He knew he wanted to marry her,<br />
She would be his trophy wife!<br />
He needed her to enhance his image amongst peers and strangers<br />
And to move up the corporate ladder<br />
She fit perfectly into his plans,<br />
Like a mannequin on a holiday throw rug,<br />
But he wouldn't make any effort to be a part of her life<br />
Little did she know, there wouldn't be any more time for fun or frolic<br />
Life with her would change him into a workaholic.<br />
Susan was falling in love with Brad,<br />
<br />
She loved the steady surprise gifts of jewelry.<br />
She was willing to forsake her career<br />
In place of marriage to this wealthy man.<br />
After several months of courtship,<br />
She accepted his proposal of marriage.<br />
Then began her private hell, with frequent outbursts of jealousy,<br />
Accusing him of having affairs with other women<br />
Demanding that Brad should spend more time with her<br />
And the children than he did.<br />
The annoying endless rounds of social events,<br />
The hypocritical smiles she was forced to display,<br />
His rattle of compliments did not even make her feel appreciated.<br />
<br />
They had two sons but he had no idea how to love a child.<br />
The cold suppers that wasted in wait for him<br />
As his excuses increased day after day,<br />
Disappointments after disappointments,<br />
A closet full of bored evening gowns and a lonely mink coat<br />
With nowhere to go and nothing to do<br />
She became often cold and unfeeling,<br />
Always in a bad mood, complaining, complaining...<br />
She didn't want an absent workaholic or life-of-the-party guy,<br />
She just wanted her own idea of Brad.<br />
Brad was now President of 'HCL Technologies.'<br />
His response was always the same, time and again.<br />
<br />
"Have I not provided well for you and the kids? Look at this Fifth Avenue apartment,<br />
The life of luxury you lead! You have a maid that cooks and cleans, the best schools for the kids."<br />
"Do you ever say you love me? Or prioritize ME?" Susan sobbed. "I'm lonely."<br />
"Then go back to your window designing and keep yourself busy. I can't be making money<br />
And hold your hand all of the time. I thought you understood."<br />
Brad raised his voice, not caring if the neighbors heard him.<br />
"Damn it Sue, nothing I do or say ever pleases you. You should count yourself lucky.<br />
I am the President of my Company. I achieved that with a lot of hard work.<br />
I didn't have a magic wand to make it happen. It was sacrifice, time and discipline."<br />
"And what about me? Didn't I benefit you among your peers?" she cried.<br />
"You have everything any woman can want and still it is not enough."<br />
"I was only a toy for you to show off." Susan sobbed<br />
<br />
"I am tired of this shit, your constant whining," Brad screamed.<br />
"I am not a workaholic because I love my work so much,<br />
It's because I despise the rest of my life with you."<br />
"I'm leaving." he snapped, opening the door. "You'll be hearing from my lawyer."<br />
He slammed the door loudly behind him, not waiting one more<br />
Second to hear her response for he truly did not care.<br />
Susan stood there shocked and speechless, not believing he had left<br />
Her two children were crying as they clung to her, confused and scared.<br />
Brad's relationship with his wife had deteriorated beyond repair,<br />
The glue that held them together had finally dried up, no longer holding vows together.<br />
Thus Brad's greed for power and his Workaholism killed their seven-year old marriage.Mimi Speakshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01941350009031584898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000860916013156169.post-3175214183954127562017-01-29T08:21:00.001-05:002017-01-29T08:24:24.400-05:00 A Walk With A Wise Old Man<br />
<b>By Miriam B Medina (c)</b><br />
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<br />
It was a radiant morning unfolding when<br />
An old man with a white mustache and short beard<br />
Was seen walking briskly down the long country road<br />
For a moment, astonished, he sat speechless and still;<br />
The panorama below was one of absolute scenic beauty.<br />
A soft wind pushed a few wispy clouds across the blue sky.<br />
<br />
The scent of radiant morning flowers was<br />
Everywhere present, he inhaled it deeply.<br />
He observed the continuously changing panoramic river<br />
As he watched the distant mountain-tops catch the first bright beams of the Rising Sun.<br />
He was at peace and happy as he whistled and played his harmonica,<br />
His sandals slapping against the ground.<br />
<br />
The winds flowed through his unkempt shoulder length white hair,<br />
Locks and curls blowing around his face in the gentle breeze.<br />
He filled his lungs deeply with the on-rush of scenery;<br />
Wildflowers, mountains, trees... aware of nature's connection, he felt alive<br />
Suddenly in the distance he happened to see a little girl by the wayside,<br />
She looked sad and was crying loudly.<br />
<br />
He couldn't bear to see this child in such a state,<br />
His heart was deeply moved.<br />
As he approached her he asked, in a soft gentle voice:<br />
"Little girl, why are you crying? It is such a bright and beautiful day."<br />
The sobbing child paused, looked up, and replied;<br />
I have lost my puppy dog, Mister, I can't find him anywhere.<br />
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"He was my best friend," she told him, wiping her eyes.<br />
The old man said "Don't worry; I will help you to find him."<br />
The little girl's eyes lit up. She rushed to the old man,<br />
Giving him a big relieved bear hug.<br />
He reached out for her little hand and held it tight.<br />
As they walked, He asked for the dog's name.<br />
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"Angel." said the little girl sweetly.<br />
The old man smiled and replied "What a sweet name,<br />
It has such a splendid sound to it!"<br />
They walked and walked as they called out the name "Angel."<br />
The old man began to say many things about nature<br />
To the little girl, and she became silent with wonder.<br />
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His voice now had a strangely soothing effect on her.<br />
He stopped for a moment to contemplate a large green needled tree.<br />
He said to her, "See that tree? Do you know the name of it?"<br />
The little girl answered, "No, I don't."<br />
"It is called a Pine tree," the old man said.<br />
She was so fascinated with his words; the missing dog was temporarily forgotten.<br />
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The old man continued to describe the tree in detail<br />
As he eyed it from top to bottom, up and down, down and up...<br />
"Look at this tree," the old man began, "see how she stands so straight, strong and still,<br />
Basking in the warmth of the sun and billowing freely in the air?"<br />
See how her pine needles playfully dance and swirl in the wandering breeze<br />
While her branches swim, sway, and scrape away at the skies?"<br />
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"She is relishing a treasured moment of sweet serenity,<br />
Step back and see how the scope of her splendor sprawls against the sky!"<br />
The old man described in detail how this tree protects its environment<br />
Against any supposed danger in a manner so motherly<br />
As her branches swoop down, coddle and caress the ground in a loving way.<br />
Still no response from the lost dog...<br />
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They continued to walk as the old man talked about<br />
The blooming flowers with all of their colorful beauty,<br />
The sweetness of the songs of birds, humming and chirping<br />
Swallows fluttering by as they please, and most of all,<br />
The way nature dresses up with ease, trying on colorful fall leaves<br />
Like donning a gown for a ball, or slipping on spring leaves like a new bathing suit.<br />
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At that moment the little girl looked thoughtfully at a tall pine tree,<br />
Carefully considering the old man's words.<br />
She lifted one of its branches and saw her puppy dog soundly sleeping,<br />
She let out a yell... "Angel... " and when the dog awoke he began to bark,<br />
Excited, jumping with joy and licking her face.<br />
The little girl turned to thank the old man but he had disappeared.<br />
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Comments?Mimi Speakshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01941350009031584898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000860916013156169.post-82611186999385333722016-05-29T08:35:00.000-04:002017-01-05T10:04:03.214-05:00Memorial Day: Why It Really Matters <br />
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Unfortunately, today, too many people look at Memorial Day as a recreational day, simply another day away from school or a paid day off of work. Military families and families of millions of veterans, on the other hand, have always been subjected to the pain and suffering of seeing their brothers, husbands or children go off to war, beginning with the American Revolution up until today's actions in the Middle East, through the devastating Civil war, into World War I and II, and during the Vietnam and Korean Wars. To them, Memorial Day is a day to reflect on their loss and suffering, and to honor those that have served to protect America's interests.</div>
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Saying goodbye to a loved one you might at no time see again is the most devastating feeling a family member may perpetually have, because they just never really know if that person is coming back. Their heart skips a beat every time that the doorbell rings while their loved one is abroad, performing the greatest duty they will perpetually perform as they defend justice and the pursuit of liberty. At home, though, their loved ones dread the moment they open that door, as the pulse quickens and horrible thoughts of a message of imminent loss haunts them. They fear answering the phone. They dread reading their mail. Life itself becomes a seemingly endless, helpless wait for news, hopefully good news, but potentially news of the worst possible kind.</div>
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For some people, the lucky ones, they only have to endure the fear of losing a loved one in battle for a few years, but that in and of itself can have long-lasting, life altering ramifications. The fear causes great stress, making families walk on eggshells for entire tours of duty, as children go without their mother or father for long periods of time. For far too many, the news and the ramifications are worse. They lose a loved one to war, or their loved one is seriously injured, maimed, or psychologically damaged as they defend our nation and its interests.</div>
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Let's not forget the veterans themselves and the sacrifices that they have made. We only need to turn on the news to see the hardships they face, the daily dangers they live with, and the horrors that they endure. Veterans are and have been our protectors, our defenders, and often at great cost, even for the survivors of war. War itself is hell, as the famous saying goes, and these many, wonderful men and women have entered hell willingly for centuries to protect the America that they love, and to build a future for all Americans.</div>
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In almost any case you can think of, on Memorial Day, these veterans who protect us from dangers abroad, and who have protected us from dangers for hundreds of years, deserve our respect and our remembrance, and yet Memorial Day has turned into a cook out when you open up the pool for the summer.</div>
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"Traditional observance of Memorial day has diminished over the years. Many Americans nowadays have forgotten the meaning and traditions of Memorial Day. At many cemeteries, the graves of the fallen are increasingly ignored, neglected. Most people no longer remember the proper flag etiquette for the day."</div>
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In days past, great parades were thrown in honor of these wonderful veterans. Cities and townships gave speeches and held Memorial galas. In Israel, to this day, to celebrate their Memorial Day, their television lists the names of all the dead that they have lost to war, and that simple process takes most of the day. Perhaps we don't need to go to quite that extreme to honor the veterans who have served to protect us, but still, our ambivalence towards the true meaning behind Memorial Day is a bit much.</div>
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It's high time that we do remember the American veterans that have made Memorial day and those many cook outs and days off that the Holiday now symbolizes possible. This year, we should try to visit a war memorial, the grave of a veteran, or at least stop in a moment of silence reserved for the many who have sacrificed their lives to protect and provide the wonderful lives and opportunities that we have available to us today. This year, we should also honor and remember the many sacrifices of the families of all veterans and war heroes, because if you think about it, they sacrificed quite a bit for all of us Americans themselves.</div>
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by Miriam B. Medina<br />
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This feeling has been experienced by individuals that have gone through a period of physical and emotional abandonment from their partners during or after a relationship. As to what extent a person would agree or disagree or settle with this 'why me' statement depends on his or her ongoing assessment of causes, effects and viable solution methods to the problem at hand.<br />
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I would like to share my insights on this type of attitude in regards to relationships.<br />
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Whether the relationship is between a married couple, lovers or friends, there always seems to be a sub-conscious fear of the possibility of being abandoned. This abandonment not only refers to the physical aspect, but emotionally as well... Emotional abandonment can be explained as the removal of feelings and emotional support.<br />
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Looking back at a previous relationship, you wonder how did something that was so incredible, something that started out so beautifully turn out so badly after time. What happened. And if this has happened more than once to you, as it does to most people, in marches the 'why me' mentality, taking over your tattered psyche, taking command and beating your numb feelings into shape so you can function, teaching you to blame instead of to learn, heal and fix.<br />
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Originally, during the "honeymoon" period of a relationship, there is a tendency to put one's best foot forward, going to a great extent to conceal the flaws in one's personality and to avoid any anomalous behavior. Sentiments and feelings of sweetness, understanding, affection, caring and compassion are frankly shared, as the couples go through their initial phases of bedazzled bliss, oblivious to each other's negative qualities.<br />
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However, once the novelty and excitement of those fleeting ecstatic moments' passes and one is caught up in daily routine and responsibilities of life, reality begins to sink in for the partner. Instead of seeing the wonderful idiosyncrasies of their mate, a person becomes painfully disillusioned by his or her imperfections. The once embraced rosy picturesque dream of "Happily Ever After" is no longer possible, and that partner's disenchantment becomes unbearable. He or she sees the disentanglement of the relationship as it slowly unravels, from the honeymoon period happiness to years of misery, emotional damage and suffering.<br />
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In my opinion, the most crucial factor to consider in a relationship is communication, but it's not the only one. The way we relate to others can either contribute to ruining or to intensifying the partnership. I will only mention a few factors that I believe may largely affect the relationship that can help make it turn sour.<br />
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<b>A) Lack of Communication</b><br />
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This is where one partner is reserved in expressing his or her emotional needs and becomes bored with the relationship or just plain stops listening. Sometimes one partner may have high expectations in the relationship, assuming that they will be met, which puts the other person in a compromising position off the bat because he or she doesn't know what to say or how to meet those expectations since they were never made known to him or her during the course of the beginning of the relationship. So in effect, the man or woman is stressed out from the unknown imposed demands and eventually withdraws his or her own emotional support, leaving the other quite disappointed.<br />
Then we have the person who is narcissistic; the one who believes that the world revolves only around him or her, and since the matter at hand doesn't concern him or her, he or she becomes oblivious to his mate's wants and needs. Eventually silence and the withdrawal of emotional support creates an invisible wall between both partners, making it difficult to have a close, intimate relationship. The longer this emotional abandonment lasts, the greater are the damaging effects which chip away at the individual's feelings of self-worth, thus adding to that person's insecurities.<br />
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<b>B) Communicative Verbal Abuse and Violence</b><br />
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This is where the "Honeymoon Bliss" relationship turns into a "Fatal Attraction". Negative communication is expressed through physical, emotional and verbal abuse, given with intent to rule, until the other person feels helpless and yields. The partner, by attacking the self-worth and independence of his or her mate through criticism, belittlement, embarrassment, mind games, ridicule and interrogation, maintains a sense of righteousness and strict control. This allows him or her to continue to bully the other in a harmful way, as if the other partner deserves the abuse. The victim becomes the partner's possession, to be done with as he or she pleases. Communicative violence plays a pivotal role in the destruction of a relationship. The pattern of attack may begin with emotional and verbal abuse, but often escalates from mental pushing and shoving to an absolute, powerful expression of physical strength. For those that have the good fortune to live, battered and bruised, emotionally scarred, they undergo a shocking and disturbing future. Most victims are reluctant to speak out as they suffer their eternal shame, feeling helpless, humiliated and desperate, isolated and alone, they maintain their suffering in silence. Often, they turn to alcohol, drugs or self-mutilation, and may even contemplate suicide.<br />
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This behavior affects a person's self-worth. And what is "Self-worth?" This is the value that one assigns to oneself. It's also one's favorable opinion of oneself that is not contingent on financial assets, academic achievements, status quo or physical attractiveness. It's a moral compass point you use to navigate your life, and once it's knocked askew, it's hard to find your emotional bearings and to regain confidence in what you are doing and where you are going. It makes it hard to navigate your daily life, and it's scary. Everyone is certainly worthy. It is a remarkable gift that we are born with that can't be taken from us but can be overlooked every so often. A harmful relationship can make anyone feel that this is not true.<br />
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There is a difference between self-esteem and self-worth. Self-esteem fluctuates depending on what is happening to you at the time. If you are successful or content, you feel great, proudly walking around with your chest pumped out, but if you have failed, then you feel terrible, walking around with a bowed head and droopy shoulders. In order to love others, we must accept our value and love ourselves. It doesn't matter what we may have accomplished in life, and it doesn't matter what others think of us, we should above all love ourselves unconditionally.<br />
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Therefore, everything that happens to us through our own emotions, actions and thoughts are of considerable importance in playing a role in the growth and development of a relationship. In plain words, we are entirely responsible for whatever we think, say and do. We can choose to be happy or desire to be miserable. And by ignoring this, we can make ourselves incapable of love, and incapable of making our partner happy.<br />
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So whenever something seems to be bothering you with respect to your partner or the relationship, discuss it until it is favorably resolved. When you make known your emotional wants and needs to your partner, try to avoid whining and self-pitying drama, because this method doesn't improve the situation at hand. Be straightforward in your communication by explaining calmly and rationally what you feel and how you are distressed or outraged by the way the relationship seems to be going. On the other hand, you need to be responsive to your partner's feelings. Perhaps there will be some truths about yourself that you might not want to hear. If you sincerely wish for the relationship to survive, then accept your share of the blame and don't place it only on your mate because it's convenient for you. It's important to know each other's style of communicating so that there are no misunderstandings, which, therefore, will ultimately strengthen the ongoing relationship.<br />
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If communicating directly with your partner doesn't get you anywhere, then you may need professional help to assist you when addressing the issues at hand. This will allow you to achieve a better level of mutual understanding and communication between the both of you. One should seek treatment that focuses on the emotions, which will help reduce relationship related stress and psychological symptoms. When a person believes in their worthlessness, then they put themselves in a state of feeling helpless and are afraid.. By openly talking about the pain, hurt and emotions that have been buried deep inside, you are taking a step toward emotional healing and self-worth improvement. The process of evaluation and dealing with emotions will help you achieve that level of forgiveness of self, and will ultimately lead to forgiveness toward the partner who has hurt you. Therapy, anger management groups, and support groups, and most of all, if you are a believer, a trust in God can help alleviate chronic anger, instilling hope for a better future. Hope is a divine gift from God. As the injured party comes to terms with himself or herself and is released from negative and painful feelings, the injured partner begins to grow emotionally stronger.<br />
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Whatever pain and suffering that you may have experienced in the past belongs to the past. If it continues to exist now, it is because you keep inflicting it upon yourself repeatedly, refusing to let go of the memory. As long as you go on thinking wrongly about yourself and about life, the same difficulties will continue to harass you. The more the injured party focuses on his or her negative emotions, rehashing all past hurts, pain and feelings, especially when trust is shattered, the more likely it is to turn into an obsession, disturbing that person's sleep and daily activities, causing adverse health conditions as well, and may cause serious problems with how they interact with people. We all know that there are things in a relationship that can be changed, but there are other things that the injured person is unable to forgive.<br />
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When it comes to having a partner who takes advantage of communicative verbal abuse and violence, which may end in tragedy, there can't be anything good eventually coming from that relationship. If your partner does not want to admit that he or she has serious issues and needs professional help in this situation, then I strongly urge, for safety, that you disassociate yourself from the relationship, because things will get worse. If you remain in the relationship because you think you can change your abusive partner into a better human being, forget about it. It doesn't matter how many apologies, I love you's and crocodile tears they may shed, it's all an act. If you believe in this fairy tale, then you are placing your life at risk The abuser will not do anything to change, or see themselves being at fault unless they truly make efforts to do so. The abuser doesn't like this to happen because it relinquishes his or her control, which the individual needs to thrive on. It gives the abuser absolute pleasure to see you squirm. So wake up and smell the coffee, because this is as good as it will ever get. Trust me, I should know because, at one time, I was a silent victim for years, one who suffered emotional, psychological and physical abuse at the hands of my alcoholic husband. He was my fatal attraction. It was fear that kept me in that situation, and fear that finally got me out of it. Believe me, you are not alone. Contact the Domestic Violence shelter in your area, and get them involved, they know what to do and how to get you safely away from circumstances you are in.<br />
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If you are in a relationship that is worth saving, and if both of you are willing to work at it with a genuine enthusiasm and strong commitment, then I say good luck and best of success to you.<br />
Nonetheless, if after all efforts have been made and love is actually lost between both partners, prepare yourself emotionally and mentally for the possibility that the relationship cannot be saved and move on with your life.<br />
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So if, you're discontented with the world you have created for yourself, then start thinking and acting in a positive way about yourself, your relationships, and all that concerns you. In doing this, you will create a new mold from which to create a new series of events that will be more to your liking and will help you in the pursuit of happiness. Amazingly, in the process, one might even meet and fall in love with someone who will help you to become more fulfilled and more deeply loved. The main challenge is overcoming the feeling that we are "at the mercy of Fate" as the saying goes, "Que sera sera...what will be will be". This feeling clouds any possibilities for a better future. We can offset this concept by establishing an effective frame of mind. Self-direction is what motivates us to pick up the pieces and start again. "In order, for you to achieve whatever you set out to do, you must believe in whatever you want to obtain, accept its feasibility and confidently expect it to be realized." These truths can be applied to every area of your life, whether they be your health, home, career, or relationships. By maintaining a positive mental attitude, you will enhance your thoughts and your imagination. Allowing you to see beyond your needs, circumstances, or conditions that surround you. This will eventually allow you to turn anxiety into courage and confidence, regard to calmness, and despair to faith and hope.<br />
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Some things just weren't very good to begin with, and we need to learn from each challenge and move on.<br />
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<a href="http://mimispeaks.blogspot.com/2013/04/a-writers-niche-and-chit-chat-over_23.html"><br /></a> <a href="http://mimispeaks.blogspot.com/2015/06/a-writers-niche-and-chit-chat-over_98.html">CONTINUE TO PAGE: 3</a>Mimi Speakshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01941350009031584898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000860916013156169.post-74984990608143450372015-08-08T13:09:00.000-04:002015-08-08T13:09:33.553-04:00Saying it in SPANGLISH the "Nuyorican way"Growing up in El Barrio, gave me exposure to the Spanish as well as the Italian language of the East Harlem neighborhood . Although English was predominant in our home, Spanglish was common throughout the neighborhood as local Puerto Rican residents struggled to pronounce correctly the strange English words, which were new to them. Out of extreme necessity, In order to survive, a new form of communication with its own vocabulary was created. Hello, "Spanglish."<br /><br />Spanglish? What is that? There are many interpretations of this word. Some say it is a mixture of Spanish and English commonly used by Puerto Ricans of New York or better said "Nuyoricans." It is a jumble of English and Spanish words and phrases, switching back and forth between the two languages. Also when the speaker is unsure if the word is correct or not, then a Spanish suffix is added to the end of English words such as in the word "plataforma" which means Platform. As well as I am able to speak Spanish fluently, as a translator once in a while in the midst of a conversation I have found myself at a loss for a particular word, which I immediately would substitute with an English one. Oops! That is a no no.<br /><br />The Spanglish trend has become so popular that as a result of migration, and immigration of diverse latino groups, variations of spanglish styles are heard throughout the United States. Spanglish can be fun as well as humorous but should not become a substitute for correct Spanish. Here are some examples of Spanglish.<br /><br />1. Jorge, mi cariño, what are you doing here?<br />2. Oye nene, ya comiste el lonche?<br />3. Mami, hecha me la bendición, que voy chopin. (cho-ppen)<br />4. Hay bendito, Ernesto lost his job y está bien pelao.<br />5. Hey honey, va a chequear el newspaper para ver si el show está allí?<br />6. Te veo ahorita, me voy de shopping para el mol.<br />7. Oye mi negro, Que vas hacer this weekend.?<br />8. Oye Marta, el hijo tuyo le gusta bulear a los otros niños.<br />9. Petra, voy al banco, to cash my check...vengo enseguida.<br />10.Juanito, come here and give abuelita un beso.<br />
Here are some correct Spanish phrases with their English description.<br />
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