Sojourner's Blues 2012
Sojourner's Blues 2012
http://sojournerssaloon.blogspot.com/Sojourner's Blues
The Deep South was NEVER on my itinerary as Queen of Hipi Road.
I was blessed to be a born Navy Brat, at the end of the post-war Baby Boom,
the eldest Child of a Submariner.
We traveled the Country in a 1954 Blue Plymouth station wagon, attending 8 different grade schools…from Tacoma, Seattle, Arco Idaho, Vallejo, Great Lakes, and San DiegoX2...to 4 years in an Imperial Beach Catholic High School, on the beach within sight of the Bullring by the Sea.
There I married a Sailor from a Pennsylvania hometown 40 miles North of the Mason/Dixon Line, where I studied Feminist Political Science with the Yankee Colonial and still Revolutionary, Women of NOW’s Eastern Seaboard Ethics and Americana Movement, to Ratify the Equal Rights Amendment,
without the help of the Confederate States…(by fiat, if necessary.)
I stood at Lincoln’s knees in WashingtonDC, and was introduced to Sojourner Truth and Harriet Tubman, Elizabeth Cady Stanton and Susan B. Anthony, and strange fruit hanging from Southern Trees. I’ve witnessed televised apartheid in the Deep South, and except for an occasional radical sojourn into southern streets, I have boycotted the modern confederacy these last 30 years, for not ratifying the ERA.
But retirement, for me, obviously means hiding out in my Sisterfriend’s house in Macon, Georgia, for the duration of my 60’s, I guess. I am lucky that we need each other to survive in peace and love, but I can hear the screeching hellions mingling and thrashing behind closed doors, the hissing racists under every rock, the red-neck menace trashing the collective peace of mind, the angry boredom of the children.
There has always been a viable reason for my presence along the Way, so in spite of my discomfort with the BUGS of Hell and the fouled English, I have to believe that my witness is important enough to publish as testimony that’ll maybe earn me a Hall Pass at the Pearlie Gates.
I’m blessed with access to the World Wide Web, and I hope I survive into my 70’s, so I can live again, and die a floater, in Tecopa’s hot springs, South of Death Valley.
http://sojournerssaloon.blogspot.com/Sojourner's Blues
The Deep South was NEVER on my itinerary as Queen of Hipi Road.
I was blessed to be a born Navy Brat, at the end of the post-war Baby Boom,
the eldest Child of a Submariner.
We traveled the Country in a 1954 Blue Plymouth station wagon, attending 8 different grade schools…from Tacoma, Seattle, Arco Idaho, Vallejo, Great Lakes, and San DiegoX2...to 4 years in an Imperial Beach Catholic High School, on the beach within sight of the Bullring by the Sea.
There I married a Sailor from a Pennsylvania hometown 40 miles North of the Mason/Dixon Line, where I studied Feminist Political Science with the Yankee Colonial and still Revolutionary, Women of NOW’s Eastern Seaboard Ethics and Americana Movement, to Ratify the Equal Rights Amendment,
without the help of the Confederate States…(by fiat, if necessary.)
I stood at Lincoln’s knees in WashingtonDC, and was introduced to Sojourner Truth and Harriet Tubman, Elizabeth Cady Stanton and Susan B. Anthony, and strange fruit hanging from Southern Trees. I’ve witnessed televised apartheid in the Deep South, and except for an occasional radical sojourn into southern streets, I have boycotted the modern confederacy these last 30 years, for not ratifying the ERA.
But retirement, for me, obviously means hiding out in my Sisterfriend’s house in Macon, Georgia, for the duration of my 60’s, I guess. I am lucky that we need each other to survive in peace and love, but I can hear the screeching hellions mingling and thrashing behind closed doors, the hissing racists under every rock, the red-neck menace trashing the collective peace of mind, the angry boredom of the children.
There has always been a viable reason for my presence along the Way, so in spite of my discomfort with the BUGS of Hell and the fouled English, I have to believe that my witness is important enough to publish as testimony that’ll maybe earn me a Hall Pass at the Pearlie Gates.
I’m blessed with access to the World Wide Web, and I hope I survive into my 70’s, so I can live again, and die a floater, in Tecopa’s hot springs, South of Death Valley.
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