My father, John J. Williams was amazing. He had four careers... he would have had more had he been allowed to teach in public schools when he graduated from college. That's another story.
He received his Master's degree when he was 70 years old, and I thought that was PRETTY DARNED OLD to be doing anything like that. But, I was very, very proud of him and always hoped I would do something as significant long before that birthday. As of today (May 26, 2018) I have 11 months to beat his record!
Hard as it may be to believe.. certainly hard for me... I will be 70 in April, 2019.
So, I have set a deadline for my 'significant' thing. By April 10, 2019 the documentary "Kaukauna & King: 50 Years Later" will be finished.
If you wonder why you don't see me around town as much, it's because I am in seclusion writing and editing. Ross, Debbie, Kathleen, Rob & Jackie will see me. Probably more than they want because I am going in obsessive- mode. But, to the rest of the world, I will be in hibernation. Of course, I will still sneak out every month to host "Black Nouveau" and do stories for the show or "10ThirtySix",but then I will retreat to my "office", computer and notebook and the occasional dinner of pizza.
Saturday, May 26, 2018
Thursday, May 10, 2018
B100
Time is all we have in life. Period.
How we use it, how we abuse it, how we waste it, how we pray for more of it... that is all that we have.
The reunion of classmates from 50 years ago at Northwestern University was time well-spent.
Some of the time I spent at the B100 Commemoration of the Takeover of the Bursar's Office taught me things I did not know about being a student in 1968. I didn't know that the administration separated the Black women in Allison Hall... one at each end of a floor and one in the middle.
Now I know why I had a corner room. I thought I was just lucky. But then, the window did connect to the heating system which made a convenient platform to sneak in and out of the dorm. I of course, never used it for that purpose.
Seeing friends that I had not seen in 50 years was truly a blessing. Learning that one of my buddies from Northwestern had died just before the reunion, brought me to tears. Time, it's all we have.
Getting to know some folks I really didn't know well in 1968 was a joy. Let's keep in touch. The email thread that preceded the reunion brought many of us together. Don't let it fade, over time.
The dinner at the president's house was joyous. All the hugging and kissing and "do you remembers..." and the "oh my, who is that?" We could have stayed there all night!
The time of the weekend went so fast. Here it is a week later. But I'm still thinking about it and reading new emails.
Looking back over 50 years brought up so many personal memories, too.
My first job, my first boyfriend at N.U., my first husband, my parents illnesses and passings, why I lost contact with one of my friends, my second husband, two sons, three jobs, retirement... and trying to hold onto every moment because, as the saying goes "yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery , today is the gift. That's why we call it the 'present'".
Thank you all for the gift of spending some of your precious time, together.
How we use it, how we abuse it, how we waste it, how we pray for more of it... that is all that we have.
The reunion of classmates from 50 years ago at Northwestern University was time well-spent.
Some of the time I spent at the B100 Commemoration of the Takeover of the Bursar's Office taught me things I did not know about being a student in 1968. I didn't know that the administration separated the Black women in Allison Hall... one at each end of a floor and one in the middle.
Now I know why I had a corner room. I thought I was just lucky. But then, the window did connect to the heating system which made a convenient platform to sneak in and out of the dorm. I of course, never used it for that purpose.
Seeing friends that I had not seen in 50 years was truly a blessing. Learning that one of my buddies from Northwestern had died just before the reunion, brought me to tears. Time, it's all we have.
Getting to know some folks I really didn't know well in 1968 was a joy. Let's keep in touch. The email thread that preceded the reunion brought many of us together. Don't let it fade, over time.
The dinner at the president's house was joyous. All the hugging and kissing and "do you remembers..." and the "oh my, who is that?" We could have stayed there all night!
The time of the weekend went so fast. Here it is a week later. But I'm still thinking about it and reading new emails.
Looking back over 50 years brought up so many personal memories, too.
My first job, my first boyfriend at N.U., my first husband, my parents illnesses and passings, why I lost contact with one of my friends, my second husband, two sons, three jobs, retirement... and trying to hold onto every moment because, as the saying goes "yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery , today is the gift. That's why we call it the 'present'".
Thank you all for the gift of spending some of your precious time, together.
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